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   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, or 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
  
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   [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
  
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   [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
  
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