R.A.K.I.M.

[00:00.03] Ra! (*repeat 7X*)
[00:10.03] R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
[00:12.88] A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
[00:14.66] K: Keep it moving,
[00:16.42] I: Stand alone
[00:17.38] M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
[00:30.02] Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax
[00:31.96] The arm in that, you show me where the party's at
[00:34.60] Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs
[00:37.37] Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back"
[00:40.03] Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'
[00:42.86] A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
[00:45.56] Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms
[00:48.21] Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom
[00:50.09] Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto
[00:52.83] On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero
[00:55.52] And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal
[00:58.27] The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world
[01:00.92] Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
[01:03.73] The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car
[01:05.54] Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar
[01:08.23] Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb
[01:31.89] Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls
[01:33.69] And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll
[01:36.49] Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed
[01:39.16] It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold
[01:41.86] I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up
[01:43.63] Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
[01:46.44] Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"
[01:49.14] Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up
[01:51.82] Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
[01:55.47] And convicts, killers and dons
[01:57.28] Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers
[01:59.10] Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
[02:01.84] Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf
[02:04.50] Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth
[02:07.27] Since the Moon separated from Earth
[02:09.16] That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse
[02:11.87] It's the
[02:32.77] Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs
[02:35.53] To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that
[02:38.21] Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack
[02:40.03] That know rap before they turned coke to crack
[02:42.70] To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms
[02:45.52] Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
[02:48.23] The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve
[02:50.94] Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God
[02:53.64] Chicks moan just to get next to my throne
[02:55.41] And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone
[02:58.26] Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone
[03:00.98] Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone
[03:03.66] Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
[03:06.49] Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
[03:08.27] Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream
[03:10.95] Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the
[03:13.68] - 6X
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