1. THE HISTORY OF HIP-HOP " Rap is something you do, Hip-Hop is something you live." KRS-One KRS-One

2. Eric B. & Rakim

7. My Melody Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar I'm letting 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 saying, I drop science like a scientist My melody's in a code, the very next episode Has the mic often distorting, ready to explode I keep the mic in Fahrenheit, freeze MC's and make ‘em colder The listener's system is kicking like solar As I memorize, advertise, like a poet Keep you going when I'm flowing, 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... 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 dropping 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 breaking 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 playing ball or bobbin in the hall I just writing 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'm a tear shit up My Melody Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar I'm letting 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 saying, I drop science like a scientist My melody's in a code, the very next episode Has the mic often distorting, ready to explode I keep the mic in Fahrenheit, freeze MC's and make ‘em colder The listener's system is kicking like solar As I memorize, advertise, like a poet Keep you going when I'm flowing, 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... 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 dropping 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 breaking 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 playing ball or bobbin in the hall I just writing 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'm a tear shit up

8. Paid in Full Lyrics [Eric B]: Yo Rakim, what's up? [Rakim]: Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., I'm trying to get paid in full [E]: Well, check this out, since Norby Walters is our agency, right? [R]: True [E]: Kara Lewis is our agent [R]: Word up [E]: Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company [R]: Indeed [E]: Okay, so who we rolling with? [R]: We rolling with Rush [E]: Of Rush town Management. Check this out, since we talking over this def beat that I put together, I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, know what I'm saying? And together, we can get paid in full... [Rakim] Thinking of a master plan Cuz ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still coming up with lint So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinking how could I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nothing funny Stop smiling, be still, don't nothing move but the money But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous I feel great! so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street whistling this Feeling out of place cos, man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of Fish, which is my favorite dish But without no money it's still a wish Cos I don't like to dream about getting paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made To now test to see if I got pull Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full Paid in Full Lyrics [Eric B]: Yo Rakim, what's up? [Rakim]: Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., I'm trying to get paid in full [E]: Well, check this out, since Norby Walters is our agency, right? [R]: True [E]: Kara Lewis is our agent [R]: Word up [E]: Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company [R]: Indeed [E]: Okay, so who we rolling with? [R]: We rolling with Rush [E]: Of Rush town Management. Check this out, since we talking over this def beat that I put together, I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, know what I'm saying? And together, we can get paid in full... [Rakim] Thinking of a master plan Cuz ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still coming up with lint So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinking how could I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nothing funny Stop smiling, be still, don't nothing move but the money But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous I feel great! so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street whistling this Feeling out of place cos, man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of Fish, which is my favorite dish But without no money it's still a wish Cos I don't like to dream about getting paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made To now test to see if I got pull Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

9. I Know You Got Soul It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to Think of how many weak shows you slept through Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon As you hear it, pump up the volume Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow, Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control your body to dance (You got it) soul, Detects the tempo like a red alert Reaches your reflex, so let it work When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago It can be done but only I can do it For those that can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, I escape when I finish the rhyme...I got soul You got it (4x)I know you got soul Picture a mic, the stage is empty A beat like this might tempt me To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) I Know You Got Soul It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to Think of how many weak shows you slept through Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon As you hear it, pump up the volume Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow, Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control your body to dance (You got it) soul, Detects the tempo like a red alert Reaches your reflex, so let it work When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago It can be done but only I can do it For those that can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, I escape when I finish the rhyme...I got soul You got it (4x)I know you got soul Picture a mic, the stage is empty A beat like this might tempt me To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)

10. Follow the Leader Follow 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 everlasting, 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 killing 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 following and swallowing Taking the making, biting it and borrowing Brothers tried and others died to get the formula But I'm a 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 thinking' 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 staring soon ya suddenly see a star You better follow it cause it's the R This is a lesson if ya guessing and if ya borrowing Hurry hurry step right up and keep following The Leader Follow the Leader Follow 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 everlasting, 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 killing 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 following and swallowing Taking the making, biting it and borrowing Brothers tried and others died to get the formula But I'm a 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 thinking' 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 staring soon ya suddenly see a star You better follow it cause it's the R This is a lesson if ya guessing and if ya borrowing Hurry hurry step right up and keep following The Leader