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Yeah No further due Know who it is Uh huh Hook (Rakim) This is what it is, it's nothing, (ugh) You thought it was a wrap, it's nothing (ghetto's across the world) They got my phone tapped, it's nothing (Yo', this what they want) Because the God is back, that's something (New York City) This is what it is, it's nothing, (It's what they need) You thought it was a wrap, it's nothing (East Coast to West coast) They got my phone tapped, it's nothing (It's what it is) Because the God is back, that's something (Across sea's, world-wide, baby) [Verse 1] Ayo, we.. Stuck in a time of drought, nothing to rhyme about Ghetto and crime, on the grind, pulling iron out Industry crying out, major labels buying out Who put the fire out? Real Hip-Hop is dying out Sounds like the perfect time for Ra, set off A new beginning, let me finish where Nas left off I went to LA to get with Dre, we tried to bridge the gap in Take night, mix it with day, I guess it wasn't meant to happen I move, lotta dudes hope I lose but its cool, baby Letras de cancionesI'm like Ray, I make it do what it do, baby Bounce like medallions 'til it's off the chain And I remain up in the lab 'til it's engulfed in flames Just call me too hot, same ol' hood look like a new spot A new block, like Time Square 'fore the doo-wop Without the gun on my Hip I bring the new Hop For Scott La Rock, Freaky Ty, L, Biggie Smalls and Tupac, I'm back [Hook] This is what it is, it's nothing You thought it was a wrap, it's nothing They got my phone tapped, it's nothing Because the God is back, that's something This is what it is, it's nothing, You thought it was a wrap, it's nothing They got my phone tapped, it's nothing Because the God is back, that's something [Verse 2] This is hell and hell is where the storm is, drug sellers kill for corners Death is here to haunt us, the president's still in office The heaven's hear the horrors, and letters fill with warriors Deadly weapons fell before us, the Seventh Seal's upon us Rakim won't fear, begin to fear, the end is here, you goners Stiff as rigor mortis, now let 'em feel the chorus When the God spit, I'm still a yards stick of real performance Record deals and touring, my repp is still enormous I hit the block or party and mami's be watching papi A show be smashed, photographed by the paparazzi My army's armed and highly, don't bring no drama by me It's deadly, fill your boy with blanks, slash, kamikaze The alpha and omega, no doubted innovator In front of your bodega, it's the style-originator You doubters and you haters, Ra 'bout to end your data With Writer's Block, I'm off the top, without the pen, no paper The archeologist that y'all acknowledging Then I start the apocalypse then watch the God demolish it I heard the news, this the dude they wanna hear from Take it from square one, lace up them Air One's Then bring the new commandments to the planets For living life in the hood and for the music fanatics It's for the time's beyond and my love for writing songs When the club mic is on, I'm on my just to cipher, bomb, I'm back [Hook] This is what it is, it's nothing You thought it was a wrap, it's nothing They got my phone tapped, it's nothing Because the God is back, that's something This is what it is, it's nothing, You thought it was a wrap, it's nothing They got my phone tapped, it's nothing Because the God is back, that's something I'm Back.. (Thanks to bob for these lyrics) From Letras Mania