Verse one:



Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this

Fever, was it me or either summer madness

Cuz I just can't stand around

So I get closer and the closer I get, the better it sound

My mind starts to activate, rhymes collaborate

Cuz When i heard the beat, I just had to make

Something from the top of my head

So I fell into the groove of the wax and I said

How could I move the crowd

First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed

Here's the instruction, put it together

It simple ain't it but quite clever

Some of you been trying to write rhymes for years

But weak ideas irritate my ears

Is this the best that you can make?

Cuz if not and you got more, I'll wait

But don't make me wait too long coz I'm a move on

The dancefloor when they put something smooth on

So turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud

Cuz I like to move the crowd



Move the crowd...



Verse two:



Imagine me wit the heat that's made by solar,

It gets stronger everytime I hold a

Microphone, check the tone to get started

The line for the microphone is departed

So leave it up to me, my DJ is mixing

Everyone is moving or eager to listen

Your hands in the air, your mouth, shut!

Cuz I'm on the mic and Eric B is on the cut

For those that know me, indeed I like to flow

Especially when the music's going slow

It gives me a chance to let everybody know

It's time to bust out the Rakim show

I'm the intelligent wise on the mic I will rise

Right in front of your eyes cuz I am a surprise

So I'ma let my knowledge be born to a perfection

All praise due to Allah and that's a blessing

Wit knowledge of self, there's nothing I can't solve

At 360 degrees, I revolve

This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven,

Indeed and I proceed to make the crowd keep moving



Move the crowd