Released on November 30, 1999

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[Verse 1]

A-yo, who's the most explosive one yet?

Year round there was one left

Who flows express rhythms drum sets ain't done yet?

Blow like a trumpet till yo eardrums are deaf

Who pose a threat?

Yo- who's more ferocious- none yet

To the night dem' set mic trends and life ends

In sight, I see the whole world through a tight lens

Rhymes I write plenz' and kept a white Benz

Spend G's like hundreds and hundreds like tens

I get paid black, but laid back with mild manners

When I flip it's the opposite of doc Bruce Banner

Out the lab with soul and melodies in your ear

And just when it all seem clear I disappear

All you gotta do is holla'

Reappear like voila

The street schola'

I'm 40 deep like Ali Baba

Give the mamas something to talk about in the beauty parlor

Keep it hot like lava

Yeah, it's Rakim Allah


[Chorus]

I know you find it hard to believe that

I am the genie of the mic, and

I can do anything you wish but

Right now I'm commanding you to dance


[Verse 2]

Ready to dance y'all, my magic carpet's the dance floor

Last chance y'all even if you can't ball

What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command

And I'ma rock a jam by popular demand

You gon' love this, it's marvellous, baby

It gotta thug's twist, it start to get crazy

It's off the meat rack, I can't keep my peeps back

I speak raps and I freak tracks for these cats

I got a fetish for puttin' together words and letters

It ain't all about the cheddars and y'all know where my head is

Ghetto scriptures for my little brothers and sisters

And still get vicious for the thugs and the Misses

What I don't do is talk about the same old thing

When I come through, I drop it, and they gon' swing

I bring the ladies joy until they make crazy noise

'Cause the beat's bangin', I'm born to blaze, baby boy


[Chorus]

I know you find it hard to believe that

I am the genie of the mic, and

I can do anything you wish but

Right now I'm commanding you to dance

I know you find it hard to believe that

I am the genie of the mic, and

I can do anything you wish but

Right now I'm commanding you to dance


[Verse 3]

The editor, forevermore the predator

I set it off, spread a war like never before

Spit literatures like a ghetto braud raw to cause ?

'till menopause

With raw metaphors, I set it off

But I just begun, the best is yet to come

Blessed with a majestic tongue since I was young

But I was stressed for funds and obsessed with guns

Test the one, let Allah protect your son

'Cause I'm the musical magician, the Asiatic author

The microphone magician when I have a magic marker, a mentor

You can explore, every sentence is a tour

The inventor is more than adventure

You'll be blown away, in the zone when it play

It's so ill, I still grab the microphone and say

One of my own displays like I'm known to blaze

And I bet rhyme pays until I'm old and gray


[Chorus]

I know you find it hard to believe that

I am the genie of the mic, and

I can do anything you wish but

Right now I'm commanding you to dance

I know you find it hard to believe that

I am the genie of the mic, and

I can do anything you wish but

Right now I'm commanding you to dance

I know you find it hard to believe that

I am the genie of the mic, and

I can do anything you wish but

Right now I'm commanding you to dance

I know you find it hard to believe that

I am the genie of the mic, and

I can do anything you wish but

Right now I'm commanding you to dance