R.A.K.I.M.

Lyrics

[Intro] Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! [Hook] 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 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 almanac, just show me where the party's at Seminars and tracks, whores, 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, 'til 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 It's the... [Hook] 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 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 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'd think my name was "Kid, back up" Big niggas {*spits*} – 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 Cursed 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] 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 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 3] Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs To a soul clap, 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 Hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me? Rest assured, when I rock dance crowds and scream Bismillah Ir-Rahman Ir-Rahim it's the [Hook] 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 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