Rakim

8 Mile Soundtrack

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Ra! (*repeat 7X*)[Chorus: repeat 2X]R: Rugged and rough that`s how I do itA: Allah who I praise to the fullestK: Keep it moving, I: Stand aloneM: It`s my crown, my world, my throne[Verse 1]Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it`s a wrap y`all relaxThe arm in that, you show me where the party`s atSeminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacsBroads 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 patternsChicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasmsKnown to spit a magnum, or split an atomWho woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghettoOn that level, and that thorough, like a black heroAnd pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedalThe pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap worldGettin` bizarre, hardcore, this is for y`allThe crib or the park, play it when you get in the carChill at the bar, sip somethin` or split a cigarGet 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 scrollsAnd learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas rollThink like the late great Capone when the bank is closedIt`s cats that claim they bold, but they ain`t this coldI`m from New York City even pretty chicks act upNiggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that upPut the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"Big niggas (spittin` noise) pick that up, or lift that upRaised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artistsAnd convicts, killers and donsDrug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkersStick up kids, thugs, real niggas and godsHaunted by every soul that lay dead in the turfClose by every spirit, that never made it to birthSince the Moon separated from EarthThat`s why they say I`m the greatest that ever orchestrated a verseIt`s the[Chorus][Verse 3]Ay yo, we toast to that, it`s the cat that broke backsTo a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is thatPoet for rap, wrote backs that most slack, That know rap before they turned coke to crackTo my dogs hearin` sirens on and firearmsOutcome die in wars or behind iron barsThe boulevard, tire frauds when I evolveTry and rob, my dialogue, I am GodChicks moan just to get next to my throneAnd sniff my cologne and get Ra aloneSex spot`s at home, I`m testosteroneCaress spots, stress drops, bedrock`s the boneHit the floor, it`s hot for 2003Hit`s galore, who rock a style as wild as meRest assure, when I rock dance crowds and screamBis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it`s the[Chorus] - 6X

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