leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing, everything is written in the cold So it can coincide, my thoughts to guide, forty-eight tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
How could I keep my composure When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure? Release, then veins in the brains increase When I let off, make a wish and
No competition No competition Competition is none, I remain at the top like the sun And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture I caught ya, you
Cause when the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame Masses of posses packed up schemin' Ladies lovely and keep on screamin' Go Rakim, go Rakim, go It
Verse one: I'm rated "r"...this is a warning, ya better void, Poets are paranoid, dj's d-stroyed, 'cause I came back to attack others in spite
It's to the listeners It's to the listeners It's to the listeners It's to the listeners It's to the listener It's to the listener It's to the listener
Whoever underestimated, still waited Pumping the radio, finally they played it You wondered how come the album was late I was giving you time to get the
followin' The Leader Follow the leader Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Keep Followin' Rakim
keep followin', The Leader. Follow the leader. Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Keep Followin'. Rakim
Oversættelse: Eric B. Rakim. Follow the Leader.
Oversættelse: Rakim. Follow the Leader.
better follow it cause it's the R This is a lesson if ya guessin and if ya borrowin Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin The Leader [Verse
[Verse one:] I'm rated "R"...this is a warning, ya better void, Poets are paranoid, DJ's D-stroyed, Cuz I came back to attack others in spite- Strike
erupting, Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin- cide, my thoughts to guide, 48 tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
How could I keep my composure When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure? Release, then veins in the brains increase When I let off, make a wish
No competition ... No competition ... Competition is none, I remain at the top like the sun And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture I caught
before the beginning of the main song] [Eric B] "Clap your hands" cut and scratched [x6] [Rakim] Put your hands together... clap your hands [Verse One: Rakim