Rakim, Lil’ Fame - I'm Back lyrics
[Rakim, Lil’ Fame - I'm Back lyrics]
Yeah, with no further adieu
You know who it is
Uh, ghettos across the world
Yo this is what they want
New York City, it's what they need
East Coast to West Coast, it's what it is
Across seas, worldwide baby
Aiyyo we stuck in a time of drought
Nothin to rhyme to about
Ghetto of crime on the grind
Pull an iron out
Industry cryin out, major labels buyin out
Who put the fire out? Real
Hip Hop is dyin out
Sound like the perfect time for Ra
To set off the new beginnin
Let me finish where Nas left off
I went to LA to get with Dre
We tried to bridge the gap and
Take night, mix it with day
I guess it wasn't meant to happen my move
A lotta dudes hope I lose but it's cool baby
I'm like Ray, I make it "Do what it do" baby
Bounce like medallions till it's
Off the chain and I remain up in the lab
Till it's engulfed in flames
Just call me "Too Hot"
The same old hood look like a new spot
A new block
Like Times Square and Forty Doo Wop
Without the gun on my Hip
I bring the new Hop
For Scott LaRock, Freaky Ty, L Eye
Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
So where my goons at? -
Stand up! We right here!
Where my thugs at? - Stand up! We right here!
And all the OGs - Stand up! We right here!
Bounce for yourself homie
Make yourself be heard
But, you don't have to dance
Play it cool and listen
Cause you know what this is
We give 'em the business
Your crew is number 1 if not best and better
Here's a hit, The 18th Letter
This is hell and hell is where the storm is
Drugs sellers killed for cornets
Death is here to haunt us
The president's still in office
The heavens hear the horrors
And let us feel what war is
Deadly weather spill before us
To sever seals upon us
Rakim up here begin to fear the end is here
Your goners stiff as Rigarmortis
Now let 'em feel the chorus
The God spit, I'm still here y'all
Stick for real performance
Record deals and tourin
My rep is still enormous
I hit the block or party
And mommies be watching pappy
The show get smashed
Photographed by the paparazzi
My army's on it highly
Don't bring no drama by me
It's deadly, period
Point-blank slash kamikaze
The alpha and omega, no doubt an innovator
In front of your bodega
It's the style originator
You doubters and you haters
Ra bout to end your data
With writer's block, I'm off the
Top without the pen, no paper
The archaeologist let y'all acknowledge it
Then I start the apocalypse
Then watch the god demolish it
I heard the news
There's a dude they wanna hear from
Take it from square one
Lace up them air ones
Then bring the new commandments
To the planets for livin life in the hood
And for the music fanatics
It's for dimes and dons and for
My love of writing songs
When the club mic is on
I'm on my justice cipher, hold back
So where my goons at? -
Stand up! We right here!
Where my thugs at? - Stand up! We right here!
And all the OGs - Stand up! We right here!
Bounce for yourself homie
Make yourself be heard
But, you don't have to dance
Play it cool and listen
Cause you know what this is
We give 'em the business
Your crew is number 1 if not best and better
Here's a hit, The 18th Letter
You know who it is
Uh, ghettos across the world
Yo this is what they want
New York City, it's what they need
East Coast to West Coast, it's what it is
Across seas, worldwide baby
Aiyyo we stuck in a time of drought
Nothin to rhyme to about
Ghetto of crime on the grind
Pull an iron out
Industry cryin out, major labels buyin out
Who put the fire out? Real
Hip Hop is dyin out
Sound like the perfect time for Ra
To set off the new beginnin
Let me finish where Nas left off
I went to LA to get with Dre
We tried to bridge the gap and
Take night, mix it with day
I guess it wasn't meant to happen my move
A lotta dudes hope I lose but it's cool baby
I'm like Ray, I make it "Do what it do" baby
Bounce like medallions till it's
Off the chain and I remain up in the lab
Till it's engulfed in flames
Just call me "Too Hot"
The same old hood look like a new spot
A new block
Like Times Square and Forty Doo Wop
Without the gun on my Hip
I bring the new Hop
For Scott LaRock, Freaky Ty, L Eye
Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
So where my goons at? -
Stand up! We right here!
Where my thugs at? - Stand up! We right here!
And all the OGs - Stand up! We right here!
Bounce for yourself homie
Make yourself be heard
But, you don't have to dance
Play it cool and listen
Cause you know what this is
We give 'em the business
Your crew is number 1 if not best and better
Here's a hit, The 18th Letter
This is hell and hell is where the storm is
Drugs sellers killed for cornets
Death is here to haunt us
The president's still in office
The heavens hear the horrors
And let us feel what war is
Deadly weather spill before us
To sever seals upon us
Rakim up here begin to fear the end is here
Your goners stiff as Rigarmortis
Now let 'em feel the chorus
The God spit, I'm still here y'all
Stick for real performance
Record deals and tourin
My rep is still enormous
I hit the block or party
And mommies be watching pappy
The show get smashed
Photographed by the paparazzi
My army's on it highly
Don't bring no drama by me
It's deadly, period
Point-blank slash kamikaze
The alpha and omega, no doubt an innovator
In front of your bodega
It's the style originator
You doubters and you haters
Ra bout to end your data
With writer's block, I'm off the
Top without the pen, no paper
The archaeologist let y'all acknowledge it
Then I start the apocalypse
Then watch the god demolish it
I heard the news
There's a dude they wanna hear from
Take it from square one
Lace up them air ones
Then bring the new commandments
To the planets for livin life in the hood
And for the music fanatics
It's for dimes and dons and for
My love of writing songs
When the club mic is on
I'm on my justice cipher, hold back
So where my goons at? -
Stand up! We right here!
Where my thugs at? - Stand up! We right here!
And all the OGs - Stand up! We right here!
Bounce for yourself homie
Make yourself be heard
But, you don't have to dance
Play it cool and listen
Cause you know what this is
We give 'em the business
Your crew is number 1 if not best and better
Here's a hit, The 18th Letter