Rakh (x8)



Chorus (x2)



R

Rugged and rough thats how I do it



A

Allah, who i praise to the fullest



K

Keep it movin'



I

Stand alone



M

Its my crown, my world, my throne





Verse #1



Hey when Rak come along

its a rap ya'll relax

the alminac

just show me where the parties at

seminars and tracks

closed comas and cardiacs

broads and cats screamin "oh my god, hes back"

just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin

A thousand styles and one verse wearing the swiss patterns

chicks get stabbed in the back til they have spasms

known to spit a magnum or split a atom

who would of known that jesus would come back to the ghetto

on that level

like a black pharoah with packed metal

so black rebels, a black pedal

the pharoah with 5 bevels and take a word of rap

gettin bazaarre, oh hardcore

this is for y'all, the crib or the par

playin when you get in the car

chill at the bar, spit somethen or split a cigar

get with yah dogs to bring along to the bar





Chorus x2



Verse #2



I used to paint this flo' on nathan scrolls

then learned to make this doe with gangstas roll

think like the late great capone, but the bank is closed

these cats that think they ball but they aint this cold

im from new york city, even where pretty chicks act dark

niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up

put the strap up, you thought my name was kid, back up

big niggas, *spit* pick that up or lick that up

raised by gangsters and gamblers, hustlers, conartists, convicts, killers and dons

drug dealers, players and pimps, smooth talkers, stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and dogs

wanted by every soul and lay dead in the turf

cursed by every spirt and never made it to birth

since the moon seperated from earth

thats why they say thats why im the greatest that ever orcahstrated a verse



Chours x2



Verse #3



Hey yo

toast to that, its the cat that broke backs to a sold clap or smoke a track, how dope is that

pope will rap, wrote back the most slack

they know back before they turned coke to crack

to my dawgs hearin sirens on the firearms

i'll come, dyin wars and behind iron bars

the boulevard retire broads when i aint bob

try and rob my dialog, i am god

chicks moan to get next to my throne, sniff my cologne and get rak alone

sex pots at home, the tests gots to go

caress spots, dressed up, fed rocks to bone

hit the floors, its for 2003

hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me

rest assured when i rock dance crowds, they scream

bitch malore, i rock mine out rahim



Chorus x4