Rakim - R.A.K.I.M. lyrics
[Rakim - R.A.K.I.M. lyrics]
Ra!
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving i, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack
It's a wrap y'all relax the almanac
Just show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, whores, comas
And cardiacs broads and cats screaming "Oh
My God he's back" just imagine
I hit the lab and get it crackin'
A thousand styles in one verse
Rhythms will switch patterns
Chicks get stabbed in the back
Till they get spasms
Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom
Who woulda known that Jesus would
Come back to the ghetto
On that level, and that thorough
Like a black hero
And pack metal, so rap rebels
Will back pedal
The pharaoh of five boroughs
And take over the rap world
Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
The crib or the park
Play it when you get in the car
Chill at the bar
Sip somethin' or split a cigar
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed
This kid is the bomb it's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving i, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow
On ancient scrolls
And learn ta, make this dough
Where gangstas roll
Think like the late great Capone
When the bank is closed
It's cats that claim they bold
But they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City
Even pretty chicks act up
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up
They stick that up put the strap up
You think my name was "Kid back up"
Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up
Or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers
Con artists and convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, playas and pimps
Smooth talkers
Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay
Dead in the turf cursed by every spirit
That never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest
That ever orchestrated a verse it's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving i, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Ay yo, we toast to that
It's the cat that broke backs
To a soul clap, a smoke a track
How dope is that
Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack
That know rap before they
Turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve
Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God
Chicks moan just to get next to my throne
And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone
Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, stress drops
Bedrock's the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
Rest assure
When I rock dance crowds and scream
Bismillah Ir-Rahman Ir-Rahim it's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving i, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving i, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack
It's a wrap y'all relax the almanac
Just show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, whores, comas
And cardiacs broads and cats screaming "Oh
My God he's back" just imagine
I hit the lab and get it crackin'
A thousand styles in one verse
Rhythms will switch patterns
Chicks get stabbed in the back
Till they get spasms
Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom
Who woulda known that Jesus would
Come back to the ghetto
On that level, and that thorough
Like a black hero
And pack metal, so rap rebels
Will back pedal
The pharaoh of five boroughs
And take over the rap world
Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
The crib or the park
Play it when you get in the car
Chill at the bar
Sip somethin' or split a cigar
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed
This kid is the bomb it's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving i, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow
On ancient scrolls
And learn ta, make this dough
Where gangstas roll
Think like the late great Capone
When the bank is closed
It's cats that claim they bold
But they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City
Even pretty chicks act up
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up
They stick that up put the strap up
You think my name was "Kid back up"
Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up
Or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers
Con artists and convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, playas and pimps
Smooth talkers
Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay
Dead in the turf cursed by every spirit
That never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest
That ever orchestrated a verse it's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving i, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Ay yo, we toast to that
It's the cat that broke backs
To a soul clap, a smoke a track
How dope is that
Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack
That know rap before they
Turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve
Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God
Chicks moan just to get next to my throne
And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone
Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, stress drops
Bedrock's the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
Rest assure
When I rock dance crowds and scream
Bismillah Ir-Rahman Ir-Rahim it's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving i, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne