Strong Island lyrics

Artist  : Rakim 
Song : Strong Island



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[Rakim]
One two..

Yeah.. uhh..
yeah..
"Rough enough to break New York from
Long Island" -> My Melody
Yeah it's the God
baby..
Long Island's own..
barbarian of the
microphone..
"Rough enough to break New York
from Long Island" -> My Melody
It's for y'all
niggaz

And the streets just a couple of
miles East of Mecca
Where peeps touch nuttin
but style heat and cheddar
Compete witcha
livelihood to eat better
And ain't nuttin
sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
With a
torn smile, tryin to get my song on file
It's
on now, the whole town done gone wild
Kick
rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
Then
developed a strong style on Long Isle
Won't be
long now, I started rhymin young
I designed
for fun, knowin my time would come
I started,
payin dues DJin with crews
Learnin the inner
city rules, conveyin the news
Soon as the jam
start the man's art'll jam parks
Slam so hard
it remains a landmark
The rhyme that I'm
stylin, smooth as a violin
but "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 degrees
Things to do and see
until nuttin is new to me
A true MC usually be
into a breeze
And I can still see New York City
through the trees
My advance slams put you
outside lookin in
or the other way around,
that depends, look again
Took a pen so you
could zero in on my book of gems
It extends
from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn
Through every
hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down
til
every DJ around, wanted to put me down
Rhymes
got rougher til I was ready to blast off
and
harass all from Suffolk County to Nassau
where
we keep the money pilin, keep the honies
smilin
Keep the heater just in case kids start
whylin
The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a
violin
"Rough 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-Danch
Me and my mans we travel
lands to find jams
where violence usually ends
in sirens
By all means, we all fiend for
finance
We make cash on the street called
straight path
We take class, build with the
Gods with great math
Everyday true to the
street, and never fronted
Along the way,
learned from the best that ever done it
Bein
exposed to life's highs and lows
Got my flows
ready for shows, I'm ready for the pros
I put
it on a tape and then the city I tested
Then
on the radio the R's requested
Now the whole
world's whylin, all the girls smilin
You know,
it's on, soon as they let the crowd in
The
rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a
violin
"Rough enough to break New York from
Long Island" -> My Melody

Word up.. I
wanna give a big up to Long Island.. stompin
grounds.. f'real
{*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 DJ's back in
the day
who 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"*}