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