8 Mile movie - R.A.K.I.M. lyrics
rate me<br>
Ra! (*repeat 7X*)<br>
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it<br>
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest<br>
K: Keep it moving, <br>
I: Stand alone<br>
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne<br>
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[Verse 1]<br>
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax<br>
The arm in that, you show me where the party's at<br>
Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs<br>
Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back"<br>
Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'<br>
A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns<br>
Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms<br>
Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom<br>
Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto<br>
On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero<br>
And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal<br>
The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world<br>
Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all<br>
The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car<br>
Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar<br>
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Verse 2]<br>
Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls<br>
And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll<br>
Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed<br>
It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold<br>
I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up<br>
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up<br>
Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"<br>
Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up<br>
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists<br>
And convicts, killers and dons<br>
Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers<br>
Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods<br>
Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf<br>
Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth<br>
Since the Moon separated from Earth<br>
That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse<br>
It's the<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Verse 3]<br>
Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs<br>
To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that<br>
Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack, <br>
That know rap before they turned coke to crack<br>
To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms<br>
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars<br>
The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve<br>
Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God<br>
Chicks moan just to get next to my throne<br>
And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone<br>
Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone<br>
Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone<br>
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003<br>
Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me<br>
Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream<br>
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the<br>
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[Chorus] - 6X<br>
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