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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |
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Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax |
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The arm in that, you show me where the party's at |
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Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs |
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Broads and cats screaming \"Oh my God he's back\" |
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Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin' |
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A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns |
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Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms |
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Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom |
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Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto |
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On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero |
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And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal |
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The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world |
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Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all |
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The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car |
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Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar |
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Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb |
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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |
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Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls |
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And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll |
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Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed |
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It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold |
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I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up |
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Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up |
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Put the strap up, you think my name was \"Kid back up\" |
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Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up |
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Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists |
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And convicts, killers and dons |
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Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers |
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Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods |
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Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf |
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Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth |
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Since the Moon separated from Earth |
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That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse |
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It's the |
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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |
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Aiyyo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs |
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To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that |
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Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack |
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That know rap before they turned coke to crack |
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To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms |
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Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars |
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The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve |
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Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God |
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Chicks moan just to get next to my throne |
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And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone |
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Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone |
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Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone |
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Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003 |
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Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me |
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Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream |
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Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the |
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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |
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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |
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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |
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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |
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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |
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R Rugged and rough that's how I do it |
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A Allah who I praise to the fullest |
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K Keep it moving, I Stand alone |
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M It's my crown, my world, my throne |