The Master
Rakim lyrics
Rakim lyrics
"R A K I M Lyrics"
Gaffer-lied Lyrics
Willkommen hier auf der A4 Heute viele Leichen hier Ausgebrannte LKWs, plattgewalzte Sportcoupees Ein Reisebus ist vllig hin Saen viele Kinder drin Ich halte dicht daneben an Und schau mir all die Krper an Fahrt euch tot, fahrt euch tot Ihr blden Affen, ich will auf Gedrme gaffen Noch mehr Schilder und Verbote<
Willkommen hier auf der A4 Heute viele Leichen hier Ausgebrannte LKWs, plattgewalzte Sportcoupees Ein Reisebus ist vllig hin Saen viele Kinder drin Ich halte dicht daneben an Und schau mir all die Krper an Fahrt euch tot, fahrt euch tot Ihr blden Affen, ich will auf Gedrme gaffen Noch mehr Schilder und Verbote<
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
After The Storm Lyrics
Look for me on the mountain Cry to me on the winds Call for me in the canyons And you will find me again Cone to me with your sorrow Come to me with your pain I have seen your tomorrow But tonite brings the rain Aft
come back to the ghettoLook for me on the mountain Cry to me on the winds Call for me in the canyons And you will find me again Cone to me with your sorrow Come to me with your pain I have seen your tomorrow But tonite brings the rain Aft
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 ev
Save Me Lyrics
(Christine McVie and Eddy Quintela) Hey you The one with the laughing eyes You, the one with the haunting stare Well you You have the power to hypnotize I should'a known better I should beware 'Cos I have followed you Done everything for you But you just won't look my way So come on baby and Save men 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 bac
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
(Christine McVie and Eddy Quintela) Hey you The one with the laughing eyes You, the one with the haunting stare Well you You have the power to hypnotize I should'a known better I should beware 'Cos I have followed you Done everything for you But you just won't look my way So come on baby and Save me
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 bac
Back Into The Present Lyrics
Back into the present, it's different since I've been away: War and desolation, it's getting worse with every day: Even back in thirteen fifty-eight People had to fight to keep things straight. Waiting in the disco, tell my friends just what I've seen, They won't believe my story when I tell them where I've been: Smoke and li
sBack into the present, it's different since I've been away: War and desolation, it's getting worse with every day: Even back in thirteen fifty-eight People had to fight to keep things straight. Waiting in the disco, tell my friends just what I've seen, They won't believe my story when I tell them where I've been: Smoke and li
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