Rakim

Rakim - I'm Back lyrics

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Yeah, with no further adieu

You know who it is

Uh, ghettos across the world

Yo this is what they want

New York City, it's what they need

East Coast to West Coast, it's what it is

Across seas, worldwide baby

Aiyyo we stuck in a time of drought, nothin to rhyme to about

Ghetto of crime on the grind, pull an iron out

Industry cryin out, major labels buyin out

Who put the fire out? Real Hip Hop is dyin out

Sound like the perfect time for Ra to set off the new beginnin

Let me finish where Nas left off

I went to L.A. to get with Dre, we tried to bridge the gap and

Take night, mix it with day, I guess it wasn't meant to happen

My move, a lotta dudes hope I lose but it's cool baby

I'm like Ray, I make it "Do what it do" baby

Bounce like medallions till it's off the chain

And I remain up in the lab till it's engulfed in flames

Just call me "Too Hot", the same old hood look like a new spot

A new block, like Times Square and Forty Doo Wop

Without the gun on my Hip, I bring the new Hop

For Scott LaRock, Freaky Ty, L Eye, Biggie Smalls and Tupac

So where my goons at? - Stand up! We right here!

Where my thugs at? - Stand up! We right here!

And all the OGs - Stand up! We right here!

Bounce for yourself homie, make yourself be heard

But you don't have to dance, play it cool and listen

Cause you know what this is, we give 'em the business

Your crew is number 1 if not best and better

Here's a hit, The 18th Letter

This is hell and hell is where the storm is, drugs sellers killed for cornets

Death is here to haunt us, the president's still in office

The heavens hear the horrors, and let us feel what war is

Deadly weather spill before us, to sever seals upon us

Rakim up here begin to fear the end is here, your goners

Stiff as Rigarmortis, now let 'em feel the chorus

The God spit, I'm still here y'all, stick for real performance

Record deals and tourin, my rep is still enormous

I hit the block or party and mommies be watching pappy

The show get smashed, photographed by the paparazzi

My army's on it highly, don't bring no drama by me

It's deadly, period, point-blank slash kamikaze

The alpha and omega, no doubt an innovator

In front of your bodega it's the style originator

You doubters and you haters, Ra bout to end your data

With writer's block, I'm off the top without the pen, no paper

The archaeologist let y'all acknowledge it

Then I start the apocalypse, then watch the god demolish it

I heard the news, there's a dude they wanna hear from

Take it from square one, lace up them air ones

Then bring the new commandments to the planets

For livin life in the hood and for the music fanatics

It's for dimes and dons and for my love of writing songs

When the club mic is on I'm on my justice cipher, hold back

So where my goons at? - Stand up! We right here!

Where my thugs at? - Stand up! We right here!

And all the OGs - Stand up! We right here!

Bounce for yourself homie, make yourself be heard

But you don't have to dance, play it cool and listen

Cause you know what this is, we give 'em the business

Your crew is number 1 if not best and better

Here's a hit, The 18th Letter

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