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sticks (you got it). Rakim will begin when you make the mix. I'll experiment like a scientist. You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my list. 'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold. You want it
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No competition. No competition Competition is none, I remain at the top like the sun. And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture. I caught ya, you shoulda brought ya, neighborhood to suppor
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Yo Rakim, what's up?. Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E. , man I'm trying to get paid in full. Well, check this out, since Norby Walters is our agency, right?. True Kara Lewis is our agent, word up
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Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga. Sheeeit, man what the, lemme talk to the mo'fucca. How hard we really mo'fuccin is in this biaaaatch, nah'm sayin?. * nigga, sheit man, ole punk
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graffiti on the wall You shouldn't have told me you said you control me. So now a contest is what you owe me. Pull out your money, pull out your cut. Pull up a chair My name is Rakim Allah and R and A
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Whoever underestimated, still waited. Pumping the radio, finally they played it. You wondered how come the album was late. I was giving you time to get the last one straight. The show must go on,
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It's not your situation. I just need contemplation over you. Over you I'm not so systematic. It's just that I'm an addict for your love yeah I'm not the only one that holds ya. I never ever should
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. I don't even have to say my name. 'Cause when the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame Masses of posses packed up schemin'. Ladies lovely and keep on screamin'. Go Rakim, go Rakim, go. It won't
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thoughts to guide, forty-eight tracks to slide. The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim, spread the word, 'cause I'm in. E F F E C T, a smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem, I gotta
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B is on the cut For those that know me, indeed I like to flow. Especially when the music's going slow. It gives me a chance to let everybody know. It's time to bust out the Rakim show. I'm the
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inclined when the mic is held tight. Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin'. MC's are knowin' that's why they're goin' Home to tell a friend when the party ends. Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother
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