Verse One:

Turn up the bass check out my melody hand out a cigar

I'm lettin knowledge be born and my name's the R

A k i m not like the rest of them I'm not on a list

That's what I'm sayin I drop science like a scientist

My melody's in a code the very next episode

Has the mic often distortin ready to explode

I keep the mic in Fahrenheit freeze MC's and make em colder

The listener's system is kickin like solar

As I memorize, advertise, like a poet

Keep you goin when I'm flowin, smooth enough, you 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 mic, flow into it to test

Then let my melody play, and then the record suggest

That I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm

Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm

And I'll break, when I'm through breakin I'll leave you broke

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

So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait

I won't push, I 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 one, competition 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 money, pull out your cut

Pull up a chair, and I'ma tear shit up

My name is R