R.A.K.I.M.

Ra! (*repeat 7X*) [Hook: repeat 2X] 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 [Verse 1] Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax The arm in that, you show me where the party's at Seminars and tracks, hors, 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 [Hook x2] [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 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 Close 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Ay yo, we toast to that, it's 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 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 Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the [Hook] - 6X