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[Rakim] Planet, Earth, was my place of birth Born to be the soul controller of the universe Besides the part of the map I hit first Any environment I can adapt when it gets worst The rough gets goin, the goin gets rough When I start flowin, the mic might bust The next state I shake from the power I generate People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes Cause times was hard on the Boulevard So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled But it seems like I`m locked in hell Lookin over the edge but the R never fell A trip to slip cause my Nikes got grip Stand on my own two feet and come equipped Any stage I`m seen on, or mic I fiend on I stand alone and need nothin to lean on Going for self with a long way to go So much to say but I still flow slow I come correct and I won`t look back Cause it ain`t where you`re from, it`s where you`re at Even the (ghetto)
[Rakim] I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York And return through the womb of the world as a thought Thinkin how hard it was to be born Nubian queen with no physical form Millions have settled with one destination To reach the best part, it`s life creation Nine months later, a job well done Make way, cause here I come Since I made it this far, can`t stop now There`s a will and a way and I got the know-how To be, all I can be and more And see, all there is to see before I`m called to go back to the essence It`s a lot to learn so I study my lessons I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me I`m glad I listened when my father was rappin to me Cause back in the days, they lived in caves Exiled from the original man, they strayed away Now that`s what I call hard times I`d rather be here to exercise the mind Then I take a thought around the world twice From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise Across the desert, that`s hot as the Arabian But they couldn`t cave me in, cause I`m the Asian Reachin for the city of Mecca, visit Medina Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a Mind keeps traveling, I`ll be back after I stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa Return the thought through the eye of a needle For miles I thought and I just brought the people Under the dark skies, on a dark side Not only there, but right here`s an apartheid So now is the time for us to react Take a trip through the mind and when you get back Understand your third eye seen all of that It ain`t where you`re from, it`s where you`re at Even the (ghetto) Even the (ghetto)
[Rakim] No more props, I want property, in every borough Nobody`s stoppin me, because I`m thorough Rhymes I make gimme real estate for me to own Wherever I bless a microphone Double-oh-seven is back and relaxing On point and reactin, and ready for action I`m so low key that you might not see me Incognito, and takin it easy Quiet as kept on a hush hush In front of a crowd, I get loud, there`s a bumrush Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it Cause when it`s time to build, I`m a mechanic of bondin and mendin, attachin and blendin So many solos, there is no endin People in my neighborhood, they know I`m good From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood Footprints remain on stage ever since As I walk the streets, I leave fossils and dents When I had sex, I left my name on necks My trademark was left throughout the projects I used to get rich when I played c-lo When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go, "We know" So I collect my cash then slide I got my back, my gun`s on my side It shouldn`t have to be like that I guess it ain`t where you`re from, it`s where you`re at Even the (ghetto) I`m from the (ghetto) Word up, peace
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