Rakim - R.A.K.I.M. Lyrics
Rakh (x8) Chorus (x2) R Rugged and rough thats how I do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne Verse #1 Hey when Rak come along its a rap ya'll relax the alminac just show me where the parties at seminars and tracks closed comas and cardiacs broads and cats screamin "oh my god, hes back" just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin A thousand styles and one verse wearing the swiss patterns chicks get stabbed in the back til they have spasms known to spit a magnum or split a atom who would of known that jesus would come back to the ghetto on that level like a black pharoah with packed metal so black rebels, a black pedal the pharoah with 5 bevels and take a word of rap gettin bazaarre, oh hardcore this is for y'all, the crib or the par playin when you get in the car chill at the bar, spit somethen or split a cigar get with yah dogs to bring along to the bar Chorus x2 Verse #2 I used to paint this flo' on nathan scrolls then learned to make this doe with gangstas roll think like the late great capone, but the bank is closed these cats that think they ball but they aint this cold im from new york city, even where pretty chicks act dark niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up put the strap up, you thought my name was kid, back up big niggas, *spit* pick that up or lick that up raised by gangsters and gamblers, hustlers, conartists, convicts, killers and dons drug dealers, players and pimps, smooth talkers, stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and dogs wanted by every soul and lay dead in the turf cursed by every spirt and never made it to birth since the moon seperated from earth thats why they say thats why im the greatest that ever orcahstrated a verse Chours x2 Verse #3 Hey yo toast to that, its the cat that broke backs to a sold clap or smoke a track, how dope is that pope will rap, wrote back the most slack they know back before they turned coke to crack to my dawgs hearin sirens on the firearms i'll come, dyin wars and behind iron bars the boulevard retire broads when i aint bob try and rob my dialog, i am god chicks moan to get next to my throne, sniff my cologne and get rak alone sex pots at home, the tests gots to go caress spots, dressed up, fed rocks to bone hit the floors, its for 2003 hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me rest assured when i rock dance crowds, they scream ***** malore, i rock mine out rahim Chorus x4
