| Lyrics: | [Rakim]
Before the dough came, my whole aim, was blow like propane
Control the whole domain,
and then show no shame
Make rappers go ? and they so lame, playin with no game
Put em on the
lil plane til they can't claim no fame
I got, the range, better, stay in the slow lane
I
make the flow change from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your
whole frame
until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine
Letter by letter, I put
words together
Once merged, apart never, they be heard forever
and then I grab a pen and
stab him in his abdomen
and smash him in, throw his mic like a javelin
Then I explain
verses, that remain on the surface
At times it get deep, but I never defeat the
purpose
Never go out, to go the dough route, forever hold out
I never sold out, for any
amount, no doubt
Chorus: Rakim (repeat 2X)
That's how I get down, so tell me how
you like that
I hit the town, hold it down on a tight track
I start a party now - everybody
like rap
Haters are mad cause they gave the R the mic back
[Rakim]
I like to hang
where e'rythang seem to happen at (y'know?)
It's Ra's habitat, I'm like that czar Arafat
And
yes I have a gat, snap like a Israeli
A terrorist I never miss blowin up kids daily
I step
to writers, and let my virus hurt the closest
I'm sick as hepatitis and worse than
tuberculosis
Pull out a pen, like a grenade, and drop it quick
I strike again and I'ma get
paid, exotic shit
You know the God ra be, hot as the Mojave
Swing like King Usabi, my posse
be kamikaze
On the corners like I'm homeless and I, don't know where home is
The bonus, is
where the next open microphone is
Me and my team, vision like a radar screen
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