Real Men Drink

[Male Voice]

Let me see if I can find one of them funky St. Ides commercials on the radio, man

{*tunes radio*}

Wait a minute, I know where to find one...

[Radio DJ]

Yeah, that was DJ Pooh, here's a word from our sponsor

[Male Voice]

Yeah, here we go, right here, check it out

[Rakim]

Mmm, I need something refreshin'

When I get finished manifestin'

Too cold to hold, bold like Smith & Wesson

One caught and my thought's Hip-Hop related

Write a rhyme and my pen's intoxicated

Lyrics are quicker with a sip of malt liquor

Since I'm a city slicker, brain waves are quicker

Rhymes I create, rotate

At a rate too quick to duplicate

Feel the breeze as I skate

Mic's at Fahrenheit when I hold it real tight

Then I'm in flight, then we ignite

Blood starts to boil, I heat up the party for you

Let my girl rub me and my mic down with oil

Records still turn with third degree burns from one man

I heat up your brain, give it a suntan

So just cool, let the temperature rise

You're coolin' off, with St. Ides

[Female Voice]

Oh, so this is what a real man drinks. Thank you, Rakim