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(*repeat 7X*)\n\n  R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it\n  A: Allah who I praise to the fullest\n  K: Keep it moving,\n  I: Stand alone\n  M: It's my crown, my world, my throne\n\n  Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax\n  The arm in that, you show me where the party's at\n  Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs\n  Broads and cats screaming \"Oh my God he's back\"\n  Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'\n  A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns\n  Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms\n  Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom\n  Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto\n  On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero\n  And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal\n  The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world\n  Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all\n  The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car\n  Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar\n  Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb\n\n  Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls\n  And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll\n  Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed\n  It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold\n  I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up\n  Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up\n  Put the strap up, you think my name was \"Kid back up\"\n  Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up\n  Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists\n  And convicts, killers and dons\n  Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers\n  Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods\n  Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf\n  Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth\n  Since the Moon separated from Earth\n  That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse\n  It's the\n\n  Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs\n  To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that\n  Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack\n  That know rap before they turned coke to crack\n  To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms\n  Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars\n  The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve\n  Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God\n  Chicks moan just to get next to my throne\n  And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone\n  Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone\n  Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone\n  Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003\n  Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me\n  Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream\n  Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the\n\n  - 6X\n"},{"id":27113232,"name":"R.A.K.I.M.","trackName":"R.A.K.I.M.","artistName":"Rakim","albumName":"Rapdungeon.blogspot.com presents: The Rakim Collection","duration":263.557375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ra! 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(*repeat 7X*)\n\n  R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it\n  A: Allah who I praise to the fullest\n  K: Keep it moving,\n  I: Stand alone\n  M: It's my crown, my world, my throne\n\n  Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax\n  The arm in that, you show me where the party's at\n  Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs\n  Broads and cats screaming \"Oh my God he's back\"\n  Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'\n  A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns\n  Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms\n  Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom\n  Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto\n  On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero\n  And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal\n  The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world\n  Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all\n  The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car\n  Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar\n  Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb\n\n  Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls\n  And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll\n  Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed\n  It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold\n  I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up\n  Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up\n  Put the strap up, you think my name was \"Kid back up\"\n  Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up\n  Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists\n  And convicts, killers and dons\n  Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers\n  Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods\n  Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf\n  Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth\n  Since the Moon separated from Earth\n  That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse\n  It's the\n\n  Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs\n  To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that\n  Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack\n  That know rap before they turned coke to crack\n  To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms\n  Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars\n  The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve\n  Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God\n  Chicks moan just to get next to my throne\n  And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone\n  Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone\n  Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone\n  Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003\n  Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me\n  Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream\n  Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the\n\n  - 6X\n"},{"id":32447828,"name":"R.A.K.I.M.","trackName":"R.A.K.I.M.","artistName":"Rakim","albumName":"8 Mile - The Soundtrack","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ra! 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(*repeat 7X*)\n\nR: Rugged and rough that's how I do it\nA: Allah who I praise to the fullest\nK: Keep it moving,\nI: Stand alone\nM: It's my crown, my world, my throne\n\nAiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax\nThe arm in that, you show me where the party's at\nSeminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs\nBroads and cats screaming \"Oh my God he's back\"\nJust imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'\nA thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns\nChicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms\nKnown to spit a magnum, or split an atom\nWho woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto\nOn that level, and that thorough, like a black hero\nAnd pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal\nThe pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world\nGettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all\nThe crib or the park, play it when you get in the car\nChill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar\nGet with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb\n\nUh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls\nAnd learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll\nThink like the late great Capone when the bank is closed\nIt's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold\nI'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up\nNiggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up\nPut the strap up, you think my name was \"Kid back up\"\nBig niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up\nRaised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists\nAnd convicts, killers and dons\nDrug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers\nStick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods\nHaunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf\nClose by every spirit, that never made it to birth\nSince the Moon separated from Earth\nThat's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse\nIt's the\n\nAy yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs\nTo a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that\nPoet for rap, wrote backs that most slack\nThat know rap before they turned coke to crack\nTo my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms\nOutcome die in wars or behind iron bars\nThe boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve\nTry and rob, my dialogue, I am God\nChicks moan just to get next to my throne\nAnd sniff my cologne and get Ra alone\nSex spot's at home, I'm testosterone\nCaress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone\nHit the floor, it's hot for 2003\nHit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me\nRest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream\nBis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the\n\n- 6X","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Ra! 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(*repeat 7X*)\n\n  R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it\n  A: Allah who I praise to the fullest\n  K: Keep it moving,\n  I: Stand alone\n  M: It's my crown, my world, my throne\n\n  Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax\n  The arm in that, you show me where the party's at\n  Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs\n  Broads and cats screaming \"Oh my God he's back\"\n  Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'\n  A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns\n  Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms\n  Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom\n  Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto\n  On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero\n  And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal\n  The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world\n  Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all\n  The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car\n  Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar\n  Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb\n\n  Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls\n  And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll\n  Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed\n  It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold\n  I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up\n  Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up\n  Put the strap up, you think my name was \"Kid back up\"\n  Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up\n  Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists\n  And convicts, killers and dons\n  Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers\n  Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods\n  Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf\n  Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth\n  Since the Moon separated from Earth\n  That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse\n  It's the\n\n  Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs\n  To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that\n  Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack\n  That know rap before they turned coke to crack\n  To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms\n  Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars\n  The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve\n  Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God\n  Chicks moan just to get next to my throne\n  And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone\n  Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone\n  Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone\n  Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003\n  Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me\n  Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream\n  Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the\n\n  - 6X\n"}]