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8 Mile Lyrics
R.A.K.I.M Lyrics
Ra! (*repeat 7X*)
[Chorus: repeat 2X] 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
[Verse 1] Aiyyo when
Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax The arm in that, you show me
where the party's at Seminars and tracks, hors, 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, till 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] 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 think my name was "Kid back up" Big niggas
(spittin' noise) 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 Close 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Ay yo, we toast to that,
it's the cat that broke backs To a soul slap, 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 Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me Rest
assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
it's the
[Chorus] - 6X
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