R. A. K. I. M lyrics

Artist  : Rakim 
Song : R. A. K. I. M



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Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak,

Intro
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 amagine, 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 yall, 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

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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

Intro 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
bitch malore, i rock mine out
rahim

Intro X4