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Interpret:
Rakim
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Ra! (*repeat 7X*)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
R: Rugged and rough thats how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving, I: Stand alone
M: Its my crown, my world, my throne
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, its a wrap yall relax
The arm in that, you show me where the partys at
Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs
Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God hes 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 yall
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, dont be alarmed, this kid is the bomb
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
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
Its cats that claim they bold, but they aint this cold
Im 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
Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
Thats why they say Im the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse
Its the
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ay yo, we toast to that, its the cat that broke backs
To a soul slap, 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 spots at home, Im testosterone
Caress spots, stress drops, bedrocks the bone
Hit the floor, its hot for 2003
Hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me
Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim its the
[Chorus] - 6X
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