Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra!
[Chorus – ×2:]
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:]
Ayo, when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap, y'all relax,
The almanac to show me where the party's at,
Seminars and tracks, hoes, comas, and cardiac,
Broads and cats screamin', «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 something or split a cigar,
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb.
[Chorus – ×2:]
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 2:]
Uh, yeah, yo, I used to paint this flow on ancient scrolls,
And learn to 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 ptui, 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 – ×2:]
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 3:]
Ayo, 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,
Hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me,
Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream,
‘B-ismi-llahi r-rahmani r-rahimi', it's the…
[Chorus – ×6:]
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