Rakim - Cold Feeling lyrics

Yeah (allowed it) guess who (Raahaaaah)
Uhh, Ayatollah (allowed it)
From the song (Raaah)

Let the games begin
It's nothing but pain for them
I - don't - play - I - win
I got plain again that's why I came again
It's the R-A-K-IM come through in a by
Lean low like I'm doin a crime
Empty ya nines and bend in the dime
Thoughts hard to find that's why I
Got 'em losin they mind
I'm bettin rhymes, til the end of times
Shame on some
Can't wait til the fame is done
You can curse if you pray for the day to come
Stay with the gun, stay in the slum
Stay number 1
To the day the earth drift away from the sun
I meditate and let the ancient
Spirit's speak through the pen
So every word I display a true or a gem
Or holdin the grim
Still shootin two in ya men
If you think the world's greatest
Can't do it again

There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart
There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart
There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart
There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart

Yo, in the life for thuggin
We like to get high from puffin
Forty-five is bustin, like live percussion
Will them thighs be bobbin
That's why we try to stay alive in hustlin
But some of us die for nothing
Try to clock on the block
That's horn it with boats on it
With Ghetto Legends to America's Most Wanted
Lost souls in the crossroads of sidewalk
Life is soft when you live
And die in New York you've been wrong before
You'll be missin til your
Picture's on the wall
On the side of a corner store
Either flowin on tour, or goin to war
I was born to ball what the
Fuck is wrong wit y'all
I wrote the scripture
My lyrics just spoken with a flow
There's no vision whole hit
In the motion picture
Watchin the style you see +Apocalypse Now+
And you can feel what I feel
When I'm rockin the crowd

There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart

From beyond the stars, it's the fiend Rah
With a God's spoon to bomb my 16 bars
So when they aks why you grievin huh
Doin my shit ain't bizar
Tell 'em you just seen God
Broads is panick cause Black
Jesus is track divas
And packin fiend it's just like heaters
Causin panick although I'm organic
My rap reaches to where the track
Devious speakers Ra's off the planet
Focus and click I'm unseen so
You hope it's a glimpse
Foto reflexes of Total Eclipse
I put the world in a state of a let-up
The way I'm puttin in work
Yo, stay out the way or get hurt
As I mastercrash that allow me
To stash the cash
This is the shit, they don't have to blast
So grab your glass, and your grass
And your hash cause this is just the
Beginning of the Aftermath

No doubt word
Thug Baby new York City