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[Intro: Rakim] Yeah (allowed it) Guess who (Raahaaaah) Uhh, Ayatollah (allowed it) From the song (Raaah) [Verse 1: Rakim] Let the games begin, it's nothing but pain for them I - don't - play - I - win I got plain again that's why I came again It's the R-A-K-I-M Come through in a by, lean low like I'm doin a crime Empty ya nines and bend in the dime Thoughts hard to find that's why I got 'em losin they mind I'm bettin rhymes, til the end of times Shame on some, can't wait til the fame is done You can curse if you pray for the day to come Stay with the gun, stay in the slum, stay number 1 To the day the earth drift away from the sun I meditate and let the ancient spirits speak through the pen So every word I display a true or a gem, or holdin the grim Still shootin two in ya men If you think the world's greatest can't do it again [Chorus x4] There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart Letras de canciones [Verse 2: Rakim] Yo, in the life for thuggin, we like to get high from puffin Forty-five is bustin, like live percussion Will them thighs be bobbin That's why we try to stay alive in hustlin But some of us die for nothing Try to clock on the block, that's horn it with boats on it With Ghetto Legends to America's Most Wanted Lost souls in the crossroads of sidewalk Life is soft when you live and die in New York You've been wrong before You'll be missin til your picture's on the wall On the side of a corner store Either flowin on tour, or goin to war I was born to ball what the fuck is wrong wit y'all I wrote the scripture My lyrics just spoken with a flow There's no vision whole hit in the motion picture Watchin the style you see +Apocalypse Now+ And you can feel what I feel when I'm rockin the crowd [Chorus] [Verse 3: Rakim] From beyond the stars, it's the fiend Rah With a God's spoon to bomb my 16 bars So when they aks why you grievin huh Doin my shit ain't bizar Tell 'em you just seen God Broads is panick cause Black Jesus is track divas And packin fiend it's just like heaters, causin panick Although I'm organic, my rap reaches to where the track Devious speakers Ra's off the planet Focus and click I'm unseen so you hope it's a glimpse Foto reflexes of Total Eclipse I put the world in a state of a let-up The way I'm puttin in work Yo, stay out the way or get hurt As I mastercrash that allow me to stash the cash This is the shit, they don't have to blast So grab your glass, and your grass, and your hash Cause this is just the beginning of the Aftermath [Chorus] No doubt Word Thug Baby New York City From Letras Mania