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Guess Who's Back
Rakim Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah
(Once again, back is the incredible)

It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, the cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make 'em clap to this
DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
Hip-hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it



But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock
Dance floors just stop, the spot's scorching hot
Hopin' I'll open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar, smokin' ten dollar cigars
While I admire MIDI, with more vision than TV's
I find it easy catchin' diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin' track
Rockin' jams, by popular demand, I'm back

I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it's world renowned
As I rock New York City all year 'round

It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic, it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra's style
From the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer
I'm in effect, quicker than medicines in China
Split the mic open, fill it with somethin' potent to go in
And take a toke then mental planes start floatin'
Hot science is smokin', altitudes cause chokin'
Product is hypnotic, you're soaking and still smokin'
Showin' better scenes than grams of amphetamines
Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend
Long as the mic is loud and the volume's pumpin'
I'ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'

I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it's world renowned
And I rock New York City all year 'round

Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a séance
Since fat crayons, my writin' display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam is
I take advantage until the crowd go bananas
What a rush, I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread, I inherited many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7's in my head
In time, no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find, you'll need philosophers and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
With knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin' this
Some of the things that I know will be in your next Bible
When I die, go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
With the great God from Egypt, manifest, was writin' rhymes
Align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic

I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it's world renowned
And I rock New York City all year 'round
I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it's world renowned
And I rock New York City all year 'round

(Once again, back is the incredible)
Word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back
Yaknahmean? (Rakim Allah)
'Til death do us part, it's on, forever
(Once again, back is the incredible) (Rakim Allah)
(Once again, back is the incredible) (Rakim Allah)
(Once again, back is the incredible) (Rakim Allah)
(Once again, back is-) (Rakim Allah)
(Once again, back is-) (Rakim Allah)
(Once again, back is-) (Rakim Allah)
(Once again, back is the incredible) (Rakim Allah)
(Once again, back-, back is the incredible) (Rakim Allah)
(Back- back- back- is the incredible) (Rakim Allah)
(Back- back- back- is the incredible) (Rakim Allah)
(Once again, back is the incredible)
(The incredible, the incredible, the incredible)
(Once again, back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the incredible)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song Guess Who's Back by Rakim paint a picture of the artist returning to the music scene with a vengeance after a hiatus. The opening line "Once again, back is the incredible" emphasizes the return and the chorus "I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down" sets the tone for Rakim as a powerful force in hip hop. The verse "Put pizazz and jazz in this, the cash in this, Mastered this, flash this and make 'em clap to this" shows Rakim's confidence as he incorporates jazz elements into his music and earns money from his art.


The verse "From town to town, until it's world renowned, And I rock New York City all year 'round" highlights Rakim's dedication to touring and performing across the world, but his focus is always New York City, the birthplace of hip-hop. The song continues with descriptions of Rakim's lyrical abilities and the impact his words have on listeners, with lines like "Word spread, I inherited many ways to say the unsaid, Born with three 7's in my head" and "Some of the things that I know will be in your next Bible". Overall, Guess Who's Back is a declaration of Rakim's dominance in the hip-hop scene.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Griffin, Carlton Ridenhour, Eric Barrier, Rodolfo Antonio Franklin, James Henry Boxley III, Eric T. Sadler

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Brian


on R.A.K.I.M.

Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra

R, rugged and rough, that's 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
R, rugged and rough, that's 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

Ayo, when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap, y'all, relax
The almanac, just show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, cause, comas, and cardiacs
Broads and cats screaming, "oh, my God, he's back"
Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'
A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
Chicks get stabbed in the back, 'til they get spasms
Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom
Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto
On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero
And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal
The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world
Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car
Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb

It's the R, rugged and rough, that's 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
R, rugged and rough, that's 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

Uh, yeah, yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls
And learn to make this dough where gangstas roll
Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed
It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
Quick to strap up, you'd think my name was "kid, back up"
Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, players and pimps, smooth talkers
Stick-up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf
Cursed by every spirit that never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse

It's the R, rugged and rough, that's 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
R, rugged and rough, that's 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

Ayo, toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs
To a soul clap, I smoke a track, how dope is that
Pope of rap, wrote backs that most slack
That note back before they turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on the firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, retire frauds when I evolve
Try and rob my dialogue, I am God
Chicks moan just to get next to my throne
And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone
Sex pots at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, dress drops, bed rocks the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me?
Rest assured, when I rock def crowds and scream
Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim

It's the R, rugged and rough, that's 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
R, rugged and rough, that's 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
R, rugged and rough, that's 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
R, rugged and rough, that's 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

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