KAVITA KRISHNAMURTHY - Kehta Hai Mera Yeh Dil lyrics

Verse one:

Turn up the basscheck out my melodyhand out a cigar

I’m lettin knowledge be bornand my name’s the r

A-k-i-m not like the rest of themI’m not on a list

That’s what I’m sayinI drop science like a scientist

My melody’s in a codethe very next episode

Has the mic often distortinready to explode

I keep the mic in fahrenheitfreeze mc’s and make em colder

The listener’s system is kickin like solar

As I memorizeadvertiselike a poet

Keep you goin when I’m flowinsmooth enoughyou know it

But rough that’s why the middle of my story I tell e.b.

Nobody beats the "r"check out my melody...

Verse two:

So what if I’m a microphone fiend addicted soon as I sing

One of these for mc’s so they don’t have to scream

I couldn’t wait to take the micflow into it to test

Then let my melody playand then the record suggest

That I’m droppin bombsbut I stay peace and calm

Any mc that disagree with me just wave your arm

And I’ll breakwhen I’m through breakin I’ll leave you broke

Drop the mic when I’m finished and watch it smoke

So stand backyou wanna rap? all of that can wait

I won’t pushI won’t beat around the bush

I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to

You might try but you can’t get close to

Because I’m number onecompetition is none

I’m measured with the heat that’s made by sun

Whether playin ball or bobbin in the hall

I just writin my name in graffiti on the wall

You shouldn’t have told me you said you control me

So now a contest is what you owe me

Pull out your moneypull out your cut

Pull up a chairand i’ma tear shit up

My name is rakim allahand r & a stands for "ra"

Switch it aroundbut still comes out "r"

So easily will I e-m-c-e-e

My repetition of words is "check out my melody"

Some bass and treble is moistscratchin and cuttin a voice

And when it’s mine that’s when the rhyme is always choice

I wouldn’t have came to ? set? my name ? around the? same weak shit

Puttin blurs and slurs and words that don’t fit

In a rhymewhy waste time on the microphone

I take this more serious than just a poem

Rockin party to partybackyard to yard

Now tear it upy’alland bless the mic for the gods

Verse three:

The rhyme is ruggedat the same time sharp

I can swing off anything even a string of a harp

Just turn it on and start rockinmind no introduction

Til I finish droppin scienceno interruption

When I approach I exercise like a coach

Usin a melody and add numerous notes

With the mic and the r-a-k-i-m

It’s a tasklike a match I will strike again

Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped

Put in order to pursue with the momentum except

I say one rhyme and I order a longer rhyme shorter

A pausebut don’t stop the tape recorder

Verse four:

I’m not a regular competitorfirst rhyme editor

Melody arrangerpoetetcetera

Extra eventsthe grand finale like bonus

I am the man they call the microphonist

With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken

Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin

I came to express the rap I manifest

Stand in my way and I’ll lead a ? ? ? words protest

Mc’s that wanna be dissed they’re gonna

Be dissed if they don’t get from in fronta

All they can go get is me a glass of moet

A hard timesip your juice and watch a smooth poet

I take 7 mc’s put em in a line

And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme

Wellit’ll take 7 more before I go for mine

And that’s 21 mc’s ate up at the same time

Easy does itdo it easythat’s what I’m doin

No fessinno messin aroundno chewin

No robbinno buyinbitinwhy bother

This slob’ll stop tryin fightin to follow

My unusual style will confuse you a while

If I was waterI flow in the nile

So many rhymes you won’t have time to go for your’s

Just because of a cause I have to pause

Right after tonight is when I prepare

To catch another sucka duck mc out there

Cos my strategy has to be tragedycatastrophe

And after this you’ll call me your majesty

My melody...

Verse five:

Marley marl synthesized itI memorize it

Eric b made a cut and advertised it

My melody’s created for mc’s in the place

Who try to listen cos I’m dissin ? ? ?

? take off your necklaceyou try to detect my pace?

? now? you’re ? buggin? over ? ? ? off my rhyme like bass

The melody that I’m stylinsmooth as a violin

Rough enough to break new york from long island

My wisdom is swiftno matter if

My momentum is slowmc’s still stand stiff

I’m genuine like leatherdon’t try to be clever

Mc’s you’ll beat the "r"I’ll say "oh never"

So eric b cut it easily

And check out my melody...