rakim

• r.a.k.i.m. : 8 mile soundtrackinde yer alan garip guzel bir sarki, arada aaaa aaaaa aaa aaa diye hos bir hatun backvokal falan vardir.
  
  ra! (*repeat 7x*)
  
  [chorus: repeat 2x]
  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]
  aiyyo when rakim allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax
  the arm in that, you show me where the party's at
  seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs
  broads 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 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 somethin' or split a cigar
  get 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 scrolls
  and learn ta, 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 (spittin' noise) 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]
  
  [verse 3]
  ay yo, 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
  hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
  rest assure, when i rock dance crowds and scream
  bis-mi-allah a-rahman a-rahim it's the
  
  [chorus] - 6x