Rakim Living For The City

In the city where life is animated with colors

Contaminated with aggravated brothers, who knows where the love is?

Growing up swinging, through my upbringing

My limits is the sky from the all eye seeing

Of so-called realities filled with technicalities

I watch my steps, stay on my p’s and check my casualties

Not to get played, equipped with all the tricks of the trade

I even learned from the mistakes that the next man made

I know to choose and pick the people I grow up around

I know to grow and get to know the town up and down

But there’s no instructions, so many directions

A lot of crooks look to get hooked with connections

Some thought they knew all adolescence could teach

They graduated from school but fail life in the streets

Your pops taught you to strive and stay a live, no ditty

It’s easy to die when you’re living for the city

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yeah that’s how I’m living

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yep that’s how I’m living

I grow according to my environmental habitat

I hang where everything seem to happen at

I seen it all, and I’ve been doing that since I was small

Catch a flashback y’all, if I can recall

The days on the corner we watched the world go by

Or nights that wasn’t right like when a good friend dies

I quest for the best for prepare for the worst

Never scared but I cared if I’m blessed or I’m cursed

Yes I fear no man but Allah

I’m Gomar Oras Dubar

Which is God so It’s hard to see Ra

I do what I gotta do, with or without a clue

Run through any obstacle including you

Cause I ain’t got to bust you, cause I got the muscle

A push any clown that tries to slow down my hustle

I gotta get by, but there’s no time for pity

It’s easy to die when you’re living for the city

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yeah that’s how I’m living

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yep that’s how I’m living

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yep that’s how I’m living

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yeah that’s how I’m living

I’m in a zone everywhere I seem to roam is home

A rolling stone, I hold my own just like a microphone

I stay in tune, travel in harmony and set the tone

Being young but I’m grown and well-known

Try to take me out New York but you can’t take New York out of me

Cause that’s the only way that I know how to be

My neighbors is jealous they label us drug sellers

We may be hood dwellers, we’re just a bunch of goodfellas

Cause we run wild with a passion, my style and my fashion

Is getting, kid, I’m making cash and crashing

Parties that everybody’s talking about, we turn it out

I’m just a native New Yorker with clout

I know my way around any borough and any town

I make a lot of ground and I’m hard to be found

I get down to the nitty gritty, wake up with something pretty

It gets me through another day living for the city

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yeah that’s how I’m living

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yep that’s how I’m living

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yep that’s how I’m living

That’s how I’m living [x3]

Yeah that’s how I’m livin

Rakim Message In The Song

Ya’ll know what my purpose is

I spit verses that lift curses off my dead president worshipers

Back where the surface is gangsters and murderers

Making money made us merciless

It’s the birth of the streets it’s over they said

Rappers crossed over they dead

I spit my verse with technique till they know when they ledge

First to compete then I’m over their heads

He too lyrical and too subliminal

Every day from spiritual too criminal

It’s a message in the bottle open it

It’s a lesson in survival cope with it

It don’t make sense to die for the root of evil

It get too cerebral when that don’t seem lethal

Either way is hell I can’t save the world

But I can show them how to save themselves

From the

Evil things that people do sometimes legal dreams that we pursue sometime we don’t think that we can lose sometimes

Call it – it’s the root of evil we the proof some times it’s a plea from me to u

I seen through the eyes of the prophets

King tutankhamun

And martins and malcolms

And elijah mohameds

Wise with knowledge

Paid in full interest aside in the pockets

Just rise with the topics

Rise economics I show you that time is more valuable than them diamonds in your watches

U grind where the block is you die for those dollars

Plus work for them too u know right where wallet is

Thugs is pitchin chicks is in the club stripping

Flippin drugs and pimpin hood is flood of grippin

Latin kings and black guerillas governments

In fact hopng we don’t go at these go at these cracker killers

It sound like a set up and we the victims

One out of a million will beat the system

Here and wish for flippin brinks is over with

Take your chips and go legit

From the

Evil things that people do sometimes illegal dreams that we pursue sometime we don’t think that we can lose sometimes

Call it – it’s the root of evil we the proof some times it’s a plea from me to u

To my g’s on the block that do what they gotta do

Don’t get me wrong I don’t judge I’m not knockin you

Guess that’s what not having a job will do

People starving gotta get their dollars too

Get that prop at night it’s a lot of strife

My advice is don’t get blinded by the lights

Drug money and blood money got a price

6 feet under or 25 to life

Do the crime and u might do the time you served it

What it’s worth when you do a crime and get murdered

Time is precious it’s time we earned

It’s time to questioned your grind isn’t working

It’s time that we changed the game

We been waitin for change and exchange

Why play with death play it safe momma

And do your best to stay away

From the

Rakim R.A.K.I.M.

Ra! [x7]

[Chorus: x2]

[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 x6]

Rakim Cold Feeling

[Intro: Rakim]

Yeah (allowed it)

Guess who (Raahaaaah)

Uhh, Ayatollah (allowed it)

From the song (Raaah)

[Verse 1: Rakim]

Let the games begin, it’s nothing but pain for them

I – don’t – play – I – win

I got plain again that’s why I came again

It’s the R-A-K-I-M

Come through in a by, lean low like I’m doin a crime

Empty ya nines and bend in the dime

Thoughts hard to find that’s why I got ’em losin they mind

I’m bettin rhymes, til the end of times

Shame on some, can’t wait til the fame is done

You can curse if you pray for the day to come

Stay with the gun, stay in the slum, stay number 1

To the day the earth drift away from the sun

I meditate and let the ancient spirits speak through the pen

So every word I display a true or a gem, or holdin the grim

Still shootin two in ya men

If you think the world’s greatest can’t do it again

[Chorus x4]

There’s a cold, cold feeling in my heart

[Verse 2: Rakim]

Yo, in the life for thuggin, we like to get high from puffin

Forty-five is bustin, like live percussion

Will them thighs be bobbin

That’s why we try to stay alive in hustlin

But some of us die for nothing

Try to clock on the block, that’s horn it with boats on it

With Ghetto Legends to America’s Most Wanted

Lost souls in the crossroads of sidewalk

Life is soft when you live and die in New York

You’ve been wrong before

You’ll be missin til your picture’s on the wall

On the side of a corner store

Either flowin on tour, or goin to war

I was born to ball what the fuck is wrong wit y’all

I wrote the scripture

My lyrics just spoken with a flow

There’s no vision whole hit in the motion picture

Watchin the style you see +Apocalypse Now+

And you can feel what I feel when I’m rockin the crowd

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rakim]

From beyond the stars, it’s the fiend Rah

With a God’s spoon to bomb my 16 bars

So when they aks why you grievin huh

Doin my shit ain’t bizar

Tell ’em you just seen God

Broads is panick cause Black Jesus is track divas

And packin fiend it’s just like heaters, causin panick

Although I’m organic, my rap reaches to where the track

Devious speakers Ra’s off the planet

Focus and click I’m unseen so you hope it’s a glimpse

Foto reflexes of Total Eclipse

I put the world in a state of a let-up

The way I’m puttin in work

Yo, stay out the way or get hurt

As I mastercrash that allow me to stash the cash

This is the shit, they don’t have to blast

So grab your glass, and your grass, and your hash

Cause this is just the beginning of the Aftermath

[Chorus]

No doubt

Word

Thug Baby

New York City

Rakim Take The Train

[Rakim:]

Calling all Rugrats [x3]

Please come in Rugrats

Take it to the maximum

Take it to the max [x8]

[Rakim:]

All in together lets make a game

We can all win if we play the same

Whoever gets caught got to take the blame

We gon’ take the train, take the train

Take it to the maximum [x3]

[Rakim:] Take it to the maximum

[Rakim:]

The trains been highjacked on track and never come back

The express, the last stop is where the funs at

I got my friends, a car full of hostages

To the destination, they’ll be lots of kids

Enough said, take it full steam ahead

I give extreme direction to the team of fed

We ain’t a breeze, once we hit top speed they gonna panic

But it’s aerodynamic

Scream across the planet

Engines go against a airforce wind

Adrenaline, make sure the trail of force won’t end

The third rail prevails

We don’t pretend to spin

Next questions is when will the fun begin

What will we get there, double the kicks

Hurry up because we can get in trouble for this

Speeding the Rugrat’s and them we have to come

Take it to the maximum

All in together lets make a game

We can all win if we play the same

Whoever gets caught got to take the blame

We gon’ take the train, take the train

Take it to the maximum [x3]

Come On

[Rakim:] Take it to the maximum [x2]

[Rakim:]

Keep it moving, is this the fastest this thing can go? (No)

Did we lose them?

Speed it up we’re going too slow, where’s the turbo button at? (Right here

I’ma push it)

Anymore juice that can boost the blow,

Stand back give me that, I’ma play a game

Let’s see who can gain on the runaway train

Everything is real so I know I’ll win

While you wish you could, I know I can

It’s action pack, I was meant for this

High energy and adventurous

Look around we’re going faster than the speed of sound

Anymore faster and we’ll leave the ground

Day designed, outlined the curve

We zig-and-zag till we start to swerve

Speeding the Rugrat’s and them we have to come

Take it to the maximum

All in together lets make a game

We can all win if we play the same

Whoever gets caught got to take the blame

We gon’ take the train, take the train

Take it to the maximum [x3]

Rakim: Take it to the maximum [x2]

[Rakim:]

Yo, Yo, take it to the maximum, yaknahmean?

And right now I want to give a major shout out to my little peoples

To Otis, Arlo, Gabby, Little Jamie, Jerdy, Jay, Justin, Jared

[Danny Saber:]

Ruby, Brandon, Cory, Donny, Tyler, Jake, Lucy, Medio

[Rakim:]

To little people’s

Tymel, Destiny, and Jabbar

One Love, Get your Rugrat on.

Yaknahmean

Peace

Take it to the maximum

Take it to the maximum [x5]

Rakim How To Emcee

Look what ya’ll made me do

[Chorus:]

This is your koran or bible

To be a true emcee icon or idol

The contents you put in your songs are vital

Like training for the ufc you want a title

Slam thoughts on a canvas flip em and pin em metaphors and similes and synonyms in em

Spit heat around the town the more you get it heard till you spit at 2000 miles before it hit a curve

Then float your rhymes and your rap pages word play punch lines and catch phrases

Heat spots with players and ballers new game street talk straight off the corners new slang

I got heat for crowds for those that pursuit it

Spitters I show you flow till your vocals are through it

I m showing you freestyle just focus into it

If you a gee I’ll show you how to cope when you do it

[Chorus]

Forever sick like catching aids is

In a class of greatness for magic phrases

My predicates last for pages every letter fit trend setter like fashion statements

When folks get a sign and a hope forever

I wrote some of the illest rhymes ever put to gether

Soon as I make em rappers take em analyze em for days and para phrase em

I’m back hip hoppers

I’m back to spit some documents

Raps hit the block it’s a wrap it’s the apocalypse

The hood give my rap flow names like nine eleven and crack cocaine

I hit the building it gets hotter in em

It’s like birds most rappers don’t know how to flip em

I got hip em get hop and show em how to spit em I bust a rhyme then I school em for for free I scholarship em

Chorur:song the competition know the deal your not ready now

Because your dealing with the R know how it’s going down this is it kid your so sick with your skills your flow goes right in you can kill rap

It’s hard since you can flip it isnt it bars it’s infinite so ra deliver it far different

Hard lyric and part instruments start spitting the articulate ya’ll rhythms get

Till every syllable you drop is pivotal

It’s not original it’s not as memorable

I’ll lyrical till hes so popular they sick of you

Pandemic a threat level five it’s critical

Kill em off with a word like euthanasia

Till it spread to the youth in asia

In the booth I’m major my music monumental I’m a mogul

You gonna make sence I’m gonna show you

You got to put the life in them lines make the hear sight to the make your flow tighter brighter design

So if the mic is your grind then biting s a crime especially if a ghost writers writing your rhymes.

[Chorus]

It don matter if I ain’t on the page

You gonna tell me what you want

I give it to you the way you want it show you how to flow and how to rip any phrase you you want you just keep your eye on me I show you how to emcee

If it’s wack ordinary displays you want tell what you want I give it to you the way you want show you how to flow and how to rip any stage you on I can show you how to emcee like I got a degree

Rakim All Night Long

All Night Long

[1st verse]

I’m back! The god remains, still at the end

They sabotage the game, still I’m a win

Rakim Allah’s the name, and with a pen

No one can dodge the rain, kill’em again

In a club or the streets I swerve, cool in the cut

Looking to see what occurs, crusin’ the truck

Shorty got deadly curves, soothin’ her up

If I must explain with words, I smooth as a fuck!

The world’s most greatest hip-hop’s elite

You obsolete, you cannot compete, drop the beat

Keep ya ear to the ground when I rock the street

Cock the heat, we deep papi got to eat

So cut on the mic and spit, I much rougher

Plenty of ice and a whip, plus a crusher

Because I don’t like to stick, or bust a brother

Long as they never forget I’m a ill muther fucker

[Chorus]

So if you love to get your party on

And you feel that your game is strong

And you get mad when the broads is gone

You like it all-night-long

And when they love it when the place is warm

And they go out for their favorite song

They hate when the player game is wrong

They like it all-night-long

[2nd verse]

My caliber’s out rated

Yeah player, so why hate it

My rhyme through out of control, when I say it

Spit back with a rap or gat, can I spray it

How can I say it? I leave it de-hydrated

I take aim, and he keep the place flamin’

Till the place cave in, aye yo this ain’t a safe haven

The best is yet to come, so they stay in

They keep the music loud, the lights is low

The kid with a different style, I like to flow

It’s time to move the crowd, tonight’s the show

See what it’s all about, they like to go

Get henny and mo and cris, the clothes, the platinum, gold, the wrist

Plenty of doe, and chicks who pose for flicks

Women who love roll their hips, when I’m holding this

[Instrumental chorus]

My mic’s a equipped with a microchip, with a million Megs

Bite this I might flip, spread a billion plagues

Put medicine in it before I kill ya dead

You can get away, if you can fill your legs

Could you walk? No, at least you thought though

Auto fours blow a hole in your torso

Damage his brain with more flow until he talk slow

Try to say something now? I thought so!

I leave emcee’s bleeding, while I’m fleeing across sea-in

Start breeding, double my Swiss cheese in Sweden

Free on the weekend, come back see if he breathing

They breathing, somebody left his brains beat in

A deadly attack is rare, style will be raw

Be ready to rap you’ll hear, as wild as before

If I bust a gat in the air, watch the galaxy fall

And the world will be splat on the floor, that’ll be all

Rakim Skit 1

It feel good, ya knahmean?

To uhh, come back and and get embraced

That’s that’s like the best part y’know?

Bein bein gone for a while y’know

Walk through the streets

‘Yo Ra yo when you comin out, you gotta come out’

this and that

Y’know, so y’know I always want to come back

Had little setbacks, but umm

To comeback and get embraced man, that’s the best part

Rakim I Get Visual

(Keep you goin’ when i’m flowin’ smooth enough)

Yes Yes Y’all, i still fiend by any means a flow

and i go through extremes don’t intervene

my adventures show like a three dimensional screen

coz i mention many things and i’m presenting many scenes

i guess i’m telegraphic, motions energentic

better tell ’em forget it, coz i’m telekinetic

ideas is blowin’, mics is blowin

from what i’m showin, see it , i keep it goin’ when i’m flowin

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

Poetical pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic

thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic

mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet

I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic

Now, I’m internationally known, mental capacitys blown

I hope your microphones accident prone, raw footage is shown

but only showin’ scenes of my own

puttin’ your periphereal vision in a zone

but not the twilight, from the insight that i write

and recite, in my mic , will be bright , coz i like

the night glowin’, its out of sight what i’m showin

rappers are knowin’, i keep it goin’ when i’m flowin

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

When i’m flowin’, theoritically speakin’ like a drummer

I take you through the streets, to the park in the summer

or illustrate, a time and place you’ve never been

and make you focus on the future after seein’ the beginning

and my style wilds like Miles on the trumpet

volume dial is kinda low , need to pump it

up another notch, turn the dial till it stops

more watts you got, more things to watch

third eye’s wide open, you focus on a theory

keep scopin’ till you hear me, words are spoken clearly

its no smoke screens on the scenes that i’m showin

man i keep it goin’, damn i keep it flowin

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

Accurate tactics make ’em clap to this

when i move the crowd, my rhythm still dont miss

breeze through melodies coz its been a long time

my lyrics is fury and rappers hate to hear me rhyme

every antidote that i quote, is no joke

nobodys smilin’ in the ghetto from the notes i wrote

my high techniques wreck and disrepect beats

have you followin’ the leader up and down the streets

so kick along, as i rip a song with pull

as the rhyme goes on i get paid in full

its Rakim, indicating rhymes for the showin

check it out y’all, i keep it goin’ when i’m flowin

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

I get visual, scenes of the lyrical individuals critical

non kids can do, i’m comin’ through

Rakim New York

[from the movie “Wildstyle”]

If you was born in New york City let me hear say “You know that”!

YOU KNOW THAT

[Rakim]

Aiyyo, once upon a rhyme where the scenery sets, you see stress

Streets a matter of life and death, no regrets

Life’s a test, strife, wit special effects

Neighbourhood’s full of reps, cities are projects

Where the young cadets get stripes from the vets

And comrades quest to be the next, to finess

Collect debts and select bets with death threats

Object – Chedder, better your total net

Where trends are set from ways to express the outfits

Friends get wet tryin’ to make ends connect

Avenues to check, boulevards to sweat

The smell of gunsmoke more common than cigarettes

WE GOT clicks for wreck

WE LIKE Pits for pets

WE GOT Giants and Jets, the Knicks, Yanks and Mets

WE LIKE much respect and sex extra wet

And High-Tech dialect you ain’t catch yet

(The Bronx

Ya out there?

No doubt

Brooklyn

ya out there)

[Rakim]

Aiyyo, we got blocks and glocks with

Big shots with big knots and big props

Yo this is where the bullshit stops

Where herbs get got, if you snitch you get shot

We get down and leave the town in a state of shock

WE GOT dangerous hang out spots and slick cops

Place called Riker’s Island where kids get locked

A lotta gear to rock with blocks of clothes shops

Styles are top notch, this is the place to watch

So bust the box the radio station is hot

Ease your mind staring at skylines from rooftops

Flip scripts for chips, and new whips off the lot

Quick to call a shot, pollitic with thick plots

And the Garden of Eden against the sea that we got

to make sure the core of the Big Apple don’t rot

Where seeings believing we be achieving a lot

Since disc jocks created hip hop, check it out!

(Queens – ya out there? no doubt

Manhattan – no doubt

New York city, Staten Island

New York, New York, Long Island

New York – ya out there?)

[Rakim]

Aiyyo, we got five bouroughs of ghettos

with many places to meet, you get lost in city streets

the city that never sleeps

Mecca ? Medina the population increase

The desert and the oasis, New York, the far east

With Gods and sheiks, pretty Amazons for weeks

Player dons that fleece the family’s black sheep

Icons that teach that we all act unique

We got stats to reach so we all have to eat

A mass of peeps, with they own masterpiece

The crafts elite, we going past the beat

The latest technique no other place get as deep

Who parks release some of the worlds greatest athletes

DJ’s and MC’s and graffiti artistes

Who use walls and subway trains for marquees

We go back to b-boys, breakdancing, breakbeats

And it’ll never cease and on that note, we say peace