Rakim: What's on your mind

I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn Hello, good looking, is this seat tooken On the A-train, picking at her brain I couldn't get her number, I couldn't get her name I said I still like your style of fashion But I hate your hostile, 'itty attitude wit a passion Is it because brothers like to hawk alot Is it because your sign don't talk alot She turned away, no play, I said ok You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day Sat back, relaxed though the ride was tight I was thinking of the rhymes I wrote last night Next stop was mine, a familar scene I was meeting my friend, killer Ben in Ft Green Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel See i don't bend and I won't rust And I don't break and I won't bust Stomped up the street and did I hear a treat? Hard high heels tappin' on the concrete I took a peek, it was the girl from the train behind me Did she live in the area, was she trying to find me? Hm, I didn't wanna play myself out I played it off, stopped and I bought a Guiness Stout Now was she shy, she didn't walk by She came in the store then she even said hi Curiosity- at a high velocity Maybe possibly she had the hots for me i said if we're playing games then we're gonna play mine I'm a lay the rules 'cause it ain't much time If you hide your feelings, and they hard to find, I wanna know what's on your mind CHORUS About a week went by and I called her, "Hello" I said yo, can I speak to, um, she said no Hey yo, I know I didn't call, I didn't wanna stress you Go out my way to impress you, press to undress you See I wanna get to know you so I can show you What a strong relationship can grow to But you gotta trust me and you're gonna love me Squeeze the phone and hug me, use your mind to rub me Now how does it feel when my mental, massage ya temple Telephone's hot from the vibes that I sent you Now tell me your inner thoughts and deepest emotions Next you see ectacy's explosions Now I'm coming to see you to spend some time I'm a romantic warrior but is it a crime And if you hide your feelings and they hard to find... I wanna know what's on your mind I wanna know what's on your mind Now it's been months and it's smooth and lovely I'm in your head so you'll be thinking of me So we met in Queens and went to Valley Streams And, uh, couldn't remember the movie we just seen But it's Wednesday, take the train uptown How do the 125th street sound Amateur night, Showtime at the Apollo Probably be watching Bill Cosby tomorrow Then after that get into it, I mean intimate Every word is an instrument Making sounds and tones and songs and moans My lips so close to your ear, it's like headphones You smile, you said you never know what the day will bring It's always a new song to sing The next day I went back to the her rest Knocked on the door, intentions: finesse She let me in and had nothing but a neglige on Smelling like Liz Claiborne I sat down and got comfortable and watched the Huxtables She sat next to me and said what's up wit you I got the feeling for sexual healing A mental healing ; how you feeling She caught the effect and said she feel the same Could you massage my intellect and stop the pain Desire's yearning, the fire's burning You hot 'cause it's alot you're learning Now I'm ready to explore you inner world It's take a long time cuz I'm just beginning, girl... Take it easy, cut off the TV Cut off the lights, use your mind to see me, Use your physical form if I'm hard to find 'Cause now I know what's on your mind... 'Cause now I know what's on your mind...