Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak,
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R Rugged and rough thats how i do it
A Allah, who i praise to the fullest
K Keep it movin'
I Stand alone
M Its my crown, my world, my throne
[Verse 1]
Hey when Rak come along
its a rap ya'll relax
the alminac
just show
me where the parties at
seminars and tracks
closed comas and
cardiacs
broads and cats screamin "oh my god, hes back"
just amagine, i
hit the lab and get it crackin
A thousand styles and one verse wearing the
swiss patterns
chicks get stabbed in the back til they have spasms
known
to spit a magnum or split a atom
who would of known that jesus would come
back to the ghetto
on that level
like a black pharoah with packed
metal
so black rebels, a black pedal
the pharoah with 5 bevels and take a
word of rap
gettin bazaarre, oh hardcore
this is for yall, the crib or the
par
playin when you get in the car
chill at the bar, spit somethen or
split a cigar
get with yah dogs to bring along to the bar
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[Verse 2]
I used to paint this flo' on nathan scrolls
then learned to make this
doe with gangstas roll
think like the late great capone, but the bank is
closed
these cats that think they ball but they aint this cold
im from new
york city, even where pretty chicks act dark
niggas get clapped up, you stack
up, they stick that up
put the strap up, you thought my name was kid, back
up
big niggas, *spit* pick that up or lick that up
raised by gangsters and
gamblers, hustlers, conartists, convicts, killers and dons
drug dealers,
players and pimps, smooth talkers, stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and
dogs
wanted by every soul and lay dead in the turf
cursed by every spirt
and never made it to birth
since the moon seperated from earth
thats why
they say thats why im the greatest that ever orcahstrated a verse
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[Verse 3]
Hey yo
toast to that, its the cat that broke backs to a sold clap or smoke
a track, how dope is that
pope will rap, wrote back the most slack
they
know back before they turned coke to crack
to my dawgs hearin sirens on the
firearms
i'll come, dyin wars and behind iron bars
the boulevard retire
broads when i aint bob
try and rob my dialog, i am god
chicks moan to get
next to my throne, sniff my cologne and get rak alone
sex pots at home, the
tests gots to go
caress spots, dressed up, fed rocks to bone
hit the
floors, its for 2003
hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me
rest
assured when i rock dance crowds, they scream
bitch malore, i rock mine out
rahim
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