BLUE MAGIC

So what if you flip a couple words I could triple that in birds Open ya mind, you see The circus in the sk I'm ringling bros., Barnum & Bailey With the pies No matter how you slice it I'm ya motherf**kin' guy And just like a B-BOY with 360 waves I do the same with the pot Still come back beige Whether right or southpaw Whether pot or jar Whip it around, it still comes back hard So easily do I W- H- I-P My repetition with wristses Bring the kilo bizness I got Creole, C O bi*ches For my ni**as who slipped Became prisoners Treats taped to the visitors You already know what the business is Unnecessary commissary Boy we live this sh*t Ni**as wanna bring the 80's back It's okay with me That's where they made me at Except I don't write on the wall I write my name in the history book Hustlin' in the hall Nah. I don't spin on my head I spin the work in the pot So I can spend my bread Am I getting it? I'm getting it I ain't talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it Straight getting it Get, get, get, get, get Getting it boys Don't you waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it boy) This '87 state of mind that I'm in In my prime so for that time I'm Rakim If it wasn't for the crime I was in But I wouldn't be the guy who rhymes It is that I'm in No pain, no profit P' I repeat if you show me Where the pot is Cherry M-3's with the top back Red And green G's all on my hat North beach leather Matching Gucci sweaters Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit Together whatever 100 for the diamond chain Can't tell you that I came From the dope game Blame Reagan for Making me into a monster Blame Oliver North when And I ran contra I ran contraband to they sponsors Before this rhymin' stuff We was in concert Am I getting it? I'm getting it I ain't talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it Straight getting it Get, get, get, get, get Getting it boys Don't you waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it boy) Push Money over broads You got it F*ck Bush Chef, guess what I cooked Baked a lot of bread And kept it off the books Rock star, look Way before the bars My picture was gettin' took Feds, they like wack Rappers, try as they may Couldn't get me on the hook D.A. wanna indict me Cause fish scales in my vein Like a pisces The pyrex pot rolled up my sleeve Turn one into two like a Siamese Twin when it ends I'm a stand as a man Never dying on my knees Last of a dying breed So let the champagne pop I partied for a while Now I'm back to the block Am I getting it? I'm getting it I ain't talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it Straight getting it Get, get, get, get, get Getting it boys Don't you waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it boy)