Rakh-
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R Rugged and rough thats how I do it
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A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
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K Keep it movin'
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I Stand alone
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M Its my crown, my world, my throne
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R Rugged and rough thats how I do it
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A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
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K Keep it movin'
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I Stand alone
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M Its my crown, my world, my throne
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Hey when Rak come along
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its a rap ya'll relax the alminac
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just show me where the parties at
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seminars and tracks
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closed comas and cardiacs
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broads and cats screamin "oh my god, hes back"
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just imagine,
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I hit the lab and get it crackin
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A thousand styles and one
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wearing the swiss patterns
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chicks get stabbed in the
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back til they have spasms
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known to spit a magnum or split a atom
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who would of known that
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jesus would come back to the ghetto
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on that level like a black
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pharoah with packed metal
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so black rebels, a black pedal
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the pharoah with 5
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bevels and take a word of rap
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gettin bazaarre, oh hardcore
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this is for y'all, the crib or the par
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playin when you get in the car
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chill at the bar,
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spit somethen or split a cigar
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get with yah dogs to bring along to the bar
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R Rugged and rough thats how I do it
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A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
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K Keep it movin'
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I Stand alone
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M Its my crown, my world, my throne
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R Rugged and rough thats how I do it
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A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
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K Keep it movin'
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I Stand alone
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M Its my crown, my world, my throne
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I used to paint this flo' on nathan scrolls
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then learned to make this
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doe with gangstas roll
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think like the late great capone,
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but the bank is closed
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these cats that think they ball
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but they aint this cold
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im from new york city,
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even where pretty chicks act dark
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niggas get clapped up,
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you stack up, they stick that up
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put the strap up,
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you thought my name was kid, back up
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big niggas, spit pick that up or lick that up
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raised by gangsters and gamblers,
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hustlers, conartists, convicts,
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killers and dons
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drug dealers, players and pimps,
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smooth talkers, stick up kids,
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thugs, real niggas and dogs
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wanted by every soul and
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lay dead in the turf
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cursed by every spirt and
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never made it to birth
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since the moon seperated from earth
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thats why they say thats why
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im the greatest that ever orcahstrated a
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R Rugged and rough thats how I do it
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A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
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K Keep it movin'
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I Stand alone
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M Its my crown, my world, my throne
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R Rugged and rough thats how I do it
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A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
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K Keep it movin'
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I Stand alone
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M Its my crown, my world, my throne
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Hey yo- toast to that,
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its the cat that broke
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backs to a sold clap or smoke a track,
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how dope is that
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pope will rap, wrote back the most slack
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they know back before they turned coke to crack
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to my dawgs hearin sirens on the firearms
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i'll come, dyin wars and behind iron bars
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the boulevard retire broads when i aint bob
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try and rob my dialog, i am god
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chicks moan to get next to my throne,
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sniff my cologne and get rak alone
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sex pots at home, the tests gots to go
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caress spots, dressed up, fed rocks to bone
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hit the floors, its for 2003
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hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me
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rest assured when i rock dance crowds, they scream
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bitch malore, i rock mine out rahim
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R Rugged and rough thats how I do it
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A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
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K Keep it movin'
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I Stand alone
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M Its my crown, my world, my throne
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R Rugged and rough thats how I do it
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A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
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K Keep it movin'
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I Stand alone
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M Its my crown, my world, my throne -
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R.A.K.I.M.
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| Rakim |
