Rakim - Strong Island Lyrics
[rakim]One two..Yeah.. uhh.. yeah..Rough enough to break new york from long island -> my melodyYeah its the God baby..Long islands own..Barbarian of the microphone..Rough enough to break new york from long island -> my melodyIts for yall niggazAnd the streets just a couple of miles east of meccaWhere peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddarCompete witcha livelihood to eat betterAnd aint nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wettaWith a torn smile, tryin to get my song on fileIts on now, the whole town done gone wildKick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn childThen developed a strong style on long isleWont be long now, I started rhymin youngI designed for fun, knowin my time would comeI started, payin dues djin with crewsLearnin the inner city rules, conveyin the newsSoon as the jam start the mans artll jam parksSlam so hard it remains a landmarkThe rhyme that Im stylin, smooth as a violinBut rough enough to break new york from long island -> my melody{*dj cuts and scratches rough enough to break new york from long island*}Like any g.o.d., loose on a spree for new degreesThings to do and see until nuttin is new to meA true mc usually be into a breezeAnd I can still see new york city through the treesMy advance slams put you outside lookin inOr the other way around, that depends, look againTook a pen so you could zero in on my book of gemsIt extends from the hamptons to brook-lynThrough every hoodie in town, to learn the boogie downTil every dj around, wanted to put me downRhymes got rougher til I was ready to blast offAnd harass all from suffolk county to nassauWhere we keep the money pilin, keep the honies smilinKeep the heater just in case kids start whylinThe rhyme that Im stylin, smooth as a violinRough enough to break new york from long island -> my melody{*dj cuts and scratches rough enough to break new york from long island*}{*dj cuts and scratches rough enough to break new york from long island*}Grew up in wyndanch, formerly known as crime-danchMe and my mans we travel lands to find jamsWhere violence usually ends in sirensBy all means, we all fiend for financeWe make cash on the street called straight pathWe take class, build with the gods with great mathEveryday true to the street, and never frontedAlong the way, learned from the best that ever done itBein exposed to lifes highs and lowsGot my flows ready for shows, Im ready for the prosI put it on a tape and then the city I testedThen on the radio the rs requestedNow the whole worlds whylin, all the girls smilinYou know, its on, soon as they let the crowd inThe rhyme that Im stylin, smooth as a violinRough enough to break new york from long island -> my melodyWord up.. I wanna give a big up to long island.. stompin grounds.. freal{*dj cuts and scratches rough enough to break new york from long island*}Crime-danch.. one love baby.. word up..{*dj cuts and scratches rough enough to break new york from long island*}I wanna give a crazy shout out to all the djs back in the dayWho used to let me smoke they microphones, yaknahmean?Big up to dj maniac, dj teddy tuff, and dj cool breeze{*dj cuts and scratches rough enough to break new york from long island*}Word up{*dj cuts and scratches rough enough to break new york from long island*}
