Rakim – Heat It Up

I keep the mic hot , i heat it up kid ! Rakim – Heat It Up ! One of his best joints (take that microphone from that kid and heat it up) I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid I keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x2) Mic check yall Then throw it to the floor The crowd wanted more so I came in the door The great rakim, papermates to the pen Knowledge is born and the light strikes again Elements burst and gave birth to the first Get the pen from the nurse and hook the mic up first When it absolutely positively has to be there on time I deliver a rhyme The heckler of hip hop, hop to this one I got more kid, they hate to miss one Style got jazz and the crowds out of control Cause Ive got the mic and Ive got the soul New yorks own microphone technician Thoughtsll give em visions Stylell make you listen Devastates the ear, my opponents cant see me I gave em directions, but wrote it in graffiti But they wanna know my mo ease back though They want the exact flow, then study my steelo Sketch the skit, but they still cant see what I did I heat the mic up kid I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid I keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x4) Then I explode with a song with a original form Or Ill perform it at high mode, they want the code Destroyed the blueprints and documents and hits Crews been, um, looking for clues ever since Beats start brewing up, rhymes is rough Stages and microphones self-destruct And when you thought you had the format down pat You get kicked back to the doormat with that …