R.A.K.I.M. Lyric 8 Mile 8 MILE SOUNDTRACK

Ra! (*repeat 7X*)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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, 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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus] - 6X

 

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