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[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](4x) 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
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