Who thisFollow me into a solo
Get in the flow - and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, FLIP IT
Now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'Nam, a killin bomb
But no alarm - Rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme
But for a microphone still I fiend
This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin and swallowin
Takin the making, bitin it and borrowin
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'ma let ya sweat - you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the Universe
What could ya say as the Earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the Milky Way - world's outasight
Far as the eye can see - not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took!
So keep starin soon ya suddenly see a star
You 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

Royce
Royce
Who this
I know how it feel to wake up fukked up/
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell/
People look atchu like youse a user/
Smokin blunts with all the losers, mad buddha abuser/
But they don’t know about ya stressed days/
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay/
That’s why you drink tanqueray/
So you can reminisce, and wish/
You wasn’t livin so devilish, shyt/
I remember I was just like you, smokin blunts wit my crew/
Flippin O’s and 62’s, cuz G-E-D wasn’t B-I-G/
I got P-A-I-D that’s why my moms hate me/
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt/
Then I figured out nicks went 20’s down south/
Packed up my tools for my raw power moves/
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves/
For chumps tryna stop my flow/
And what they don’t know will show on the autopsy/
Went to see Papi to cop me a brick/
I asked for some consignment, he wasn’t tryna hear it/
Smoking mad Newport’s cuz I’m due in court for an assault/
That I caught in Bridgeport, New York/
Catch me if ya can like the gingerbread man/
You betta have ya gun in hand cuz mannnnn!/
The way Big would switch up rhyme schemes made rappin sound effortless as writer my self I know how hard it is to grasp that concept, you actually have to practice it until it becomes second nature it’s like learning the perfect technique for shooting jumpers or some shyt and my nikka emphasized each syllable perfectly til the words almost sounded like they were meant to be put in that particular sequence plus the breath control and natural rhythm bruh had was impeccable especially for somebody as big as he was (no pun intended)
@MistaFatFace
Peep it, it was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous coward motherfukkers I despise
When it's time to ride
I was the first off this side, give me the 9
in these 4 bars pac rhyme so many different vowel sounds
without sacrificing the meaning of the song for a perfectly structure rhyme scheme