I Know
Rakim Lyrics


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It's been a long time I shouldn'na left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you hear it pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker 'til you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
Your body to dance (you got it) soul
Detects the tempo like a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme
I got soul

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
I know you got soul

Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
Eric B. break the 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 next? then you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done
This style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it

I got soul (you got it) that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get older
Constant elevation causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R's requested
You listen to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
Or should I just let him melt?
Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just 'cause I rock gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it

Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound
Even other states come right and exact
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it don't move
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace





You got it

Overall Meaning

In the song "I Know" by Rakim, the artist speaks directly to his fans and acknowledges that he has been gone for some time, but now he's back with his unique style of rhyming. The song speaks to the power of music and how it can control your body and soul. By using a microphone, Rakim explains how he can control the tempo of his fans and get them dancing. He also explains how he feels when he is writing music, "trapped between the lines," and how it feels when he is finally free of them.


Rakim's lyrics convey a sense of confidence and self-assurance. He acknowledges his place in the rap game and how he has "mastered" his style of rhyming. He asserts that he is the one who can write and perform his particular style, and anyone who wants to follow in his footsteps has to have soul. He emphasizes the importance of self-esteem in his fans and encourages them to dance and enjoy themselves freely. Throughout the song, Rakim showcases his unique style of rhyming which combines rhythm, beat, and flow in a way that revolutionized hip-hop in the late 1980s.


Line by Line Meaning

It's been a long time I shouldn'na left you
It has been a significant amount of time since I last provided you with a powerful rhyme


Without a strong rhyme to step to
Without a compelling and impactful rhyme for you to engage with


Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Consider the countless unimpressive performances you have endured


Time's up I'm sorry I kept you
The wait is over, and I apologize for keeping you waiting


Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
You constantly express your longing for


The rhymes from the microphone soloist
The lyrical prowess of a talented individual in control of the microphone


And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
You patiently sit beside the radio, ready to tune in


As you hear it pump up the volume
As the music intensifies and grabs your attention


Dance wit the speaker 'til you hear it blow
You joyfully dance alongside the artist until it reaches its maximum potential


Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
Then connect your headphones as the experience unfolds


It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
It is a four-letter word that, when heard, takes control


Your body to dance (you got it) soul
Your body responds with rhythmic movements, showcasing your soul


Detects the tempo like a red alert
It recognizes the tempo immediately, like a warning signal


Reaches your reflex, so let it work
It stimulates your reflexes, so allow it to take effect


When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit
While this song is playing, you cannot resist


The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit
The dance steps, so prepare yourself and I will continue to create


A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
A talent for quickness, follow my lead, and the rhymes will continue


Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
Skillfully blend with the record that was mixed in the past


It can be done but only I can do it
It is achievable, but only I possess the ability


For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
For those who possess the skills to dance and applaud to the rhythm


I start to think and then I sink
I begin to contemplate deeply and let my thoughts consume me


Into the paper like I was ink
I become immersed in the paper as if I were the ink itself


When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
While writing, I am confined within the boundaries of the written words


I escape when I finish the rhyme
I free myself from this confinement once I complete the rhyme


I got soul
I possess a deep and profound soul


You got it
You possess the same soul


You got it
You possess the same soul


You got it
You possess the same soul


You got it
You possess the same soul


I know you got soul
I am aware that you possess a deep and profound soul


Picture a mic, the stage is empty
Imagine a microphone, with the stage vacant and waiting


A beat like this might tempt me
A rhythm like this has the potential to entice me


To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
To strike a confident pose and display my rings and extravagant gold chain


Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
Seize the microphone with the same energy as on the popular show Soul Train


But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
However, I will exercise patience as I have perfected my craft


Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
Allow others to take the stage initially to ensure that everyone has an opportunity


Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)
Eric B. handle the drumsticks and create a captivating beat (you possess the skills to do so)


Rakim will begin when you make the mix
I, Rakim, will start when you have crafted the perfect mix


I'll experiment like a scientist
I will explore and test new ideas like a dedicated scientist


You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my list
If you wish to engage in a rap battle, you must first indicate your commitment by signing my list


'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
Because I will demonstrate and bless the microphone I am in possession of


You want it next? then you gotta have soul
If you desire to perform next, you must possess a deep and profound soul


'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Because if you lack the necessary soul, I will continue performing after you


Take the mic, make the people respond for
Take hold of the microphone and captivate the crowd


The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
Reinforce my identity as 'The R' because that is the standard


If you want to get on after me
If you wish to perform after me


Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Consider carefully, pause, and discard your current rhymes


Forget it and don't waste your time
Disregard it and avoid wasting your time


'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Because I will be in the audience if you fail to captivate them


Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
Release the microphone, as you should not be in possession of it


This is how it should be done
This is the correct way to perform


This style is identical to none
This style is unmatched and unique


Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
Others attempt to replicate this sound, but you are experiencing the real thing


So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
You are so enthralled and impressed by my performance that it leaves me drenched with sweat


I drip steam like a microphone fiend
Like someone addicted to using a microphone, I emit steam


Eager to MC is my theme
Being enthusiastic about being an MC is the central theme of my performance


I get hype when I hear a drum roll
I become energized when I hear a drum roll


Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul
I, Rakim, am on the microphone and I possess a deep and profound soul


Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Now I will pause to assess your skills


Get off the mic before I get too hot
Relinquish the microphone before I become too heated


I want to see which posse can dance the best
I desire to witness which group can showcase the most impressive dance moves


It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
It should be effortless as the beat is new and invigorating


Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound
Now, whether you originate from Uptown, Brooklyn, or other locations


The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound
Whether you hail from the Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound


Even other states come right and exact
Even individuals from other states can participate and impress


It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
It is not about your place of origin, but rather your current abilities


Since you came here, you have to show and prove
Now that you are present, you must showcase and demonstrate your skills


And do that dance until it don't move
Perform that dance until it becomes stagnant and unexciting


Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release
Because all you require is a deep and profound soul, which will instill self-esteem


The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace
The outcome depends on your performance, and Rakim will bid farewell to all


You got it
You possess it




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Eric Barrier, William Griffin, James Brown, Charles A. Bobbit, Clarence Eugene Haskins, Calvin Eugene Simon, Grady Thomas, Michael Williams, Bobby Byrd

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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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