Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra!
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: 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
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…
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
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
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
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
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
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