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Rakim - R.A.K.I.M.
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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
Ayo, when Rakim Allah attack
It's a wrap y'all, relax the almanac
Just show me where the parties at
Seminars and tracks, comas and cardiacs
Broads and cats screaming, "Oh my God, he's back"
Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it cracking
A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms and switch patterns
Chicks get fucked in the back 'til they get spasms
Known to fuck a splitter atom
Who would've known that Jesus'd come back to the ghetto
On that level and that feral like a black heroin
So rap rebels'll backpedal
The pharaoh of five boroughs'll take over the rap plural
Getting bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
The Quiver the Par, play it when you get in the car
Chill at the bar, sip something or split a cigar
Get with your dog, but be alarmed, it's 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
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
Ayo, I used to paint this flow on ancient scrolls
Then learned to make this dough where gangsters roll
Think like the late great Capone when the bankers close
It's cats that claim they bold but they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City, even pretty chicks act up
Get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
Quick to fuck, you think my name was Kid back up
Bitch, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangsters and gamblers
Hustlers, con artists and convicts, bitches and dons
Bitches, players and pimps, smooth talkers, stick-up kids
Thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that laid 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 to ever orchestrate 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
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
Ayo, toast to that
It's the cat that broke backs to a soul clap
Or smoke a track, how dope is that? Pope of rap
Wrote backs that mo' slack than no back before they chirp
To my dogs hearing sirens on the
Out cold, dying wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard's attire 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 raw alone
Sex pots at home on testosterone
Caressed by cess crops, bedrocks the bone
Hit the floors, hot for 2003
Hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me?
Rest assured, when I rock jams, crowds'll scream, "Bismillah"
I rock my Al-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
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
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