R.A.K.I.M Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song R.A.K.I.M as performed by Eminem

Lyrics to song R.A.K.I.M by Eminem

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