R.A.K.I.M.

Ra! (*repeat 7X*)<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>R: Rugged and rough that`s how I do it<br>A: Allah who I praise to the fullest<br>K: Keep it moving, <br>I: Stand alone<br>M: It`s my crown, my world, my throne<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it`s a wrap y`all relax<br>The arm in that, you show me where the party`s at<br>Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs<br>Broads and cats screaming &quot;Oh my God he`s back&quot;<br>Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin`<br>A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns<br>Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms<br>Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom<br>Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto<br>On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero<br>And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal<br>The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world<br>Gettin` bizarre, hardcore, this is for y`all<br>The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car<br>Chill at the bar, sip somethin` or split a cigar<br>Get with your dogs, don`t be alarmed, this kid is the bomb<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls<br>And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll<br>Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed<br>It`s cats that claim they bold, but they ain`t this cold<br>I`m from New York City even pretty chicks act up<br>Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up<br>Put the strap up, you think my name was &quot;Kid back up&quot;<br>Big niggas (spittin` noise) pick that up, or lift that up<br>Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists<br>And convicts, killers and dons<br>Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers<br>Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods<br>Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf<br>Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth<br>Since the Moon separated from Earth<br>That`s why they say I`m the greatest that ever orchestrated averse<br>It`s the<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Ay yo, we toast to that, it`s the cat that broke backs<br>To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that<br>Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack, <br>That know rap before they turned coke to crack<br>To my dogs hearin` sirens on and firearms<br>Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars<br>The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve<br>Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God<br>Chicks moan just to get next to my throne<br>And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone<br>Sex spot`s at home, I`m testosterone<br>Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock`s the bone<br>Hit the floor, it`s hot for 2003<br>Hit`s galore, who rock a style as wild as me<br>Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream<br>Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it`s the<br><br>[Chorus] - 6X