Yeah. 'em up. Ay, yo, the bass up a lil' bit, G. Yeah, yeah. (Rakim! 'em clap to this.) (X2) Yo, it out...
I come again, fun'll begin, when the drummer come in. Synonyms don't want to end. Rakim's gonna win. Always seem to come out at the right with the right rhyme. Smooth in the day and sound rough at night time.
Just an echo, in every ghetto, meadow and valley, side-street and alley, from New York to Cali. I've been seen in every state, and between, on stage. They scream phrase, I leave the city in a rage.
It's off to the next one to bless one; that's my procedure. Leave ya in a deeper mind state than anesthesia. You'll catch a seizure if you try to stop the great, I operate. Just let "The Crowd-Pleaser" drop the weight.
This one is in gear, inform everyone from here to there. Ideas that you hear; severe to the ear. the less, I provide a world-wide request, and manifest. And this is from the East to the West....
From New York to (to Cali.) (X2) Coast to coast, I've been rippin' and clubs. New York to Cali (to Cali) Rhymin' over for thugs, girls blow me kisses and me hugs.
Musical rides, I've memorized in my mental enterprise. Then improvise live with my supplies. You the quota. Fashion new designs, and shine, the international kind, start to rhyme, time to motor.
UniverSoul format. Adapt to wherever ya livin' at. From all four corners of the map. Whenever they play it, it interpretated, Hip-Hop related. Already dedicated to keep it heavy, populate it.
Attract everybody that could rock. Do a block party, make it look Woodstock. (Yeah, Rakim Allah.) Nothin's similar, to my seminar, they travel near far, plus that's where the woman are.
I to ask 'em, "What's the best time to hear me rhyme?" the less, I provide a world-wide request, and manifest. And is from the East to the West...
New York to Cali (to Cali.) (X2) Coast to coast, been rippin' coliseums and clubs. New York to Cali (to Cali) Rhymin' dubs for thugs, girls blow me kisses and me hugs.
to coast, I've been rippin' coliseums and clubs. Rhymin' over dubs for thugs, blow me kisses and throw me hugs. An expert at a concert on stage. I got classics, which means my smash won't age.
Ya sing along! I'll bring a song, I'll be swingin' long, we can do a thang till dawn, I came to bring it on. On tour, stop at all the record stores the nation. Flow at the radio station to show appreciation.
Which for the streets, beats for the Jeeps. I reach incredible feats to get deep for my peep's. Propped for the unorthodox style I got, they couldn't wait for me to drop new stock for the block.
Stalk kid's cassette decks, Walkman headsets. I come on, fly concepts high-tech. My first displays still converse with the days and slam, that's why the man's first jam still plays.
So tell the neighborhood's I got the again. Rakim... Then again, that's how it should've been.
Never the less, I provide a request, and manifest. And this the East to the West...
From New to Cali (to Cali.) (X3) Coast to coast, I've rippin' coliseums and clubs. New York to Cali (to Cali) Rhymin' dubs for thugs, girls blow me kisses and me hugs.