Eric B. & Rakim – I Ain’t No Joke (Official Music Video)


(oldschool rap music) ♪ I ain’t no joke, I used
to let the mic smoke ♪ ♪ Now I slam it when I’m done
and make sure it’s broke ♪ ♪ When I’m gone no one
gets on cause I won’t let ♪ ♪ Nobody press up and
mess up the scene I set ♪ ♪ I like to stand in a crowd ♪ ♪ And watch the people wonder damn ♪ ♪ But think about it
then you’ll understand ♪ ♪ I’m just an addict addicted to music ♪ ♪ Maybe it’s a habit, I gotta use it ♪ ♪ Even if it’s jazz or the quiet storm ♪ ♪ I hook a beat up convert
it into hip-hop form ♪ ♪ Write a rhyme in graffiti
in every show you see me in ♪ ♪ Deep concentration
cause I’m no comedian ♪ ♪ Jokers are wild if you wanna be tame ♪ ♪ I treat you like a child
then you’re gonna be named ♪ ♪ Another enemy, not even a friend of me ♪ ♪ Cause you’ll get fried in the
end when you pretend to be ♪ ♪ Competing cause I just
put your mind on pause ♪ ♪ And I can beat you when you
compare my rhyme wit yours ♪ ♪ I wake you up and as I stare
in your face you seem stunned ♪ ♪ Remember me, the one
you got your idea from ♪ ♪ But soon you start to suffer
the tune’ll get rougher ♪ ♪ When you start to stutter
that’s when you had enough of ♪ ♪ Biting it, I make you
choke, you can’t provoke ♪ ♪ You can’t cope, you should of
broke cause I ain’t no joke ♪ ♪ Joke joke joke joke joke ♪ (old school rap music) ♪ I got a question,
it’s serious as cancer ♪ ♪ Who can keep the average dancer ♪ ♪ Hyper as a heart attack nobody smiling ♪ ♪ Cause you’re expressing
the rhyme that I’m styling ♪ ♪ This is what we all sit down to write ♪ ♪ You can’t make it so you take
it home, break it and bite ♪ ♪ Use pieces and bits of
all the hip-hop hits ♪ ♪ Get the style down pat
then it’s time to switch ♪ ♪ Put my tape on pause and
add some more to yours ♪ ♪ Then you figure you’re ready
for the neighborhood chores ♪ ♪ The E-M-C-E-E don’t even try to be ♪ ♪ When you come up to speak,
don’t even lie to me ♪ ♪ You like to exaggerate,
dream and imaginate ♪ ♪ Then change the rhyme
around, that can aggravate me ♪ ♪ So when you see me come up, freeze ♪ ♪ Or you’ll be one of those seven mc’s ♪ ♪ They think that I’m a new jack
but only if they knew that ♪ ♪ They who think wrong are
they who can’t do that ♪ ♪ Style that I’m doing, they might ruin ♪ ♪ Patterns of paragraphs
based on you and ♪ ♪ Your offbeat dj, if anything he play ♪ ♪ Sound familiar, I’ll wait til E say ♪ ♪ Play ’em, so I’mma
have to dis and broke ♪ ♪ You could get a smack
for this, I ain’t no joke ♪ ♪ Joke joke joke joke joke ♪ (oldschool rap music) ♪ I hold the microphone like a grudge ♪ ♪ B’ll hold the record so
the needle don’t budge ♪ ♪ I hold a conversation
’cause when I invent ♪ ♪ I nominated my DJ the president ♪ ♪ When I emcee I’ll keep a
freestyle going steadily ♪ ♪ So pucker up and whistle my melody ♪ ♪ But whatever you do, don’t miss one ♪ ♪ There’ll be another rough
rhyme after this one ♪ ♪ Before you know it, you’re
following and fiending ♪ ♪ Waiting for the punchline
to get the meaning ♪ ♪ Like before the moral
of my story I’m telling ♪ ♪ Nobody beats the R, so stop yelling ♪ ♪ Save it, put it in
your pocket for later ♪ ♪ ‘Cause I’m moving the crowd
and B’ll wreck a fader ♪ ♪ No interruptions and the mic is broke ♪ ♪ When I’m gone, then you can joke ♪ ♪ ‘Cause everything is
real on a serious tip ♪ ♪ Keep playing and I get furious quick ♪ ♪ And I’ll take you for
a walk through hell ♪ ♪ Freeze your dome, then
watch your eyeballs swell ♪ ♪ Guide you out of triple stage darkness ♪ ♪ When it get dark again
then I’ma spark this ♪ ♪ Microphone ’cause the
heat is on, you see smoke ♪ ♪ And I’m finished when the beat is gone ♪ ♪ I’m no joke ♪ ♪ No joke no joke no
joke no joke no joke ♪ (oldschool rap music) (explosion rumbles)

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