[Pete Rock & Rakim]
Uh, what (All, all, all kind of ideas)
Never before, nigga, uh-huh (All, all, all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas)
Yeah, boy, yeah, nigga
Last night, uh-huh (All-all-all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas)
Yeah, boy, uh-huh
Yeah (All-all-all-all-all-all kind, all kind of ideas)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Uh, uh, yeah, ayo
[Pete Rock & Rakim]
I'm soul brother uno (Uno), black from the future
Make beats on the table if I break my computer (Break my computer)
And still make hits like I used to (Uh)
Keep your top five, I'm God's favorite producer (For real)
Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome (Nope)
Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone (Way better)
So many ideas coming out the wazoo (Uh)
It's only one of me, can never do what I do (Ayy)
Past, present and future; that is timeless (Uh)
Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless (Never)
Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man (Uh-huh)
Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan (Word)
Tears for fears (What), I said a shout out to all my peers
But I never ran out of all kind of ideas, I said (All kind of ideas, yeah, boy)
Tears for fear, a shout out to all my peers (What)
But never ran out of all kind of ideas (Let's go)
[Rakim]
All, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas
All-all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas
All-all, all-all-all kind, all kind of ideas
All, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas
[Common & Rakim]
Rack focus to the black Moses that's light skinned
A dawn like when the night end, I'm multi-hyphened
My stipend is ripened from Chi' to Big Apple
On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons any subject I tackle
And grapple with wack dudes
And school niggas like black schools 'cause they lack rules
Niggas mad 'cause I know that cash rules everything around me except my mind
The underground found me, and depth I find on the railroad
I unjail souls like Harriet
Spitting chariots of fire through the wire and live barb fences
I murder MCs, some say that it's senseless (All)
Bomber like a winter coat though I've been In the trenches
Known to go for it like fourth and inches
Move the chains, I maneuver through the game
My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
Foes came sporting fake smiles like dentures
Them monkeys been programmed, at them, I throw wrenches
Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches
You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions
These are adventures from Avalon benches
The real hip-hop, Com' came to his senses
Extensions of a man, the master planned for years
For me to bring to the world (All kind of ideas)
[Rakim]
All kind, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all-all kind of ideas
All kind of, all, all
All kind of ideas, all kind of ideas
All kind of all kind of ideas
All kind of, all all all all all kind of ideas
All all kind of ideas
All kind of, all all all all all kind of ideas (All all all kind of ideas)
All all all all all all kind of ideas
All kind of, all all kind of ideas
All kind, all kind of ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas
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