Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak

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(x2)

hey when Rak come along its a rap y'all relax
the alminic just show me where the parties at
seminars and tracks closed comas and cardiacs
broads and cats screamin "oh my god, he's back"
just imagine, i hit the lab and get it crackin
a thousand styles and one verse wearin the swiss patterns
chicks get stabbed in the back til they have spasms
known to spit a magnum or split an atom
who would have 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 bizarre, oh hardcore
this is for y'all , the crib or the par
playin when you get in the car, chill at the bar
spit suttin' or split a cigar
get with yah dogs to bring along to the bar

R-rugged and rough thets how i do it
A-allah, who i praise to the fullest
K-keep it movin
I-stand alone
M-it's my crown, my world, my throne(x2)

i used to this flo' on nathan scrolls
then learned to make this doe with gangsters roll
think like the late, great capone, but the bank is closed
these cats that think they ball but the ain't this cold
i'm from new york city, even where pretty chicks act dark
niggaz get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
put the strap up, you thought my name was kid, back up
big niggaz, *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 niggaz and dogs
wanted by every soul and lay dead in the turf
cursed by every spirit and never made it to birth
since the moon seperated from earth
thats why they say thats why i'm the greatest
that ever orcahstrated a verse

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-my crown, my world, my throne(x2)

hey yo
toast to that
its the cats that broke bats to a sold clap or smoke a track
how dope is that?
pope will rap, wrote back to 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 ain't 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, irs for two thousand three
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

R-rugged and rough thats hoe i do it
A-allah, who i praise to the fullest
K-keep it movin
I-stand alone
M-my crown, my world, my throne(x4)