Heat It Up - Rakim

(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 y'all 
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 crowd's out of control 
Cause I've got the mic and I've got the soul 
New York's own microphone technician 
Thoughts'll give 'em visions 
Style'll make you listen 
Devastates the ear, my opponents can't see me 
I gave 'em directions, but wrote it in graffiti 
But they wanna know my m.o. ease back though 
They want the exact flow, then study my steelo 
Sketch the skit, but they still can't 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 I'll 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 
Cause I've got a high tech style with know-how 
Select the file watch the crowd go wild 
Bad beats to bless the females' finesse 
Points shot stress causing cardiac arres