R.A.K.I.M
Rakim Lyrics


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Rakh (x8)

Chorus (x2)

Are
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
Its my crown, my world, my throne

Verse #1

Hey when Rak come along
its a rap ya'll relax
the alminac
just show me where the parties at
seminars and tracks
closed comas and cardiacs
broads and cats screamin "oh my god, hes back"
just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin
A thousand styles and one verse wearing the swiss patterns
chicks get stabbed in the back til they have spasms
known to spit a magnum or split a atom
who would of known that jesus would come back to the ghetto
on that level
like a black pharoah with packed metal
so black rebels, a black pedal
the pharoah with 5 bevels and take a word of rap
gettin bazaarre, oh hardcore
this is for y'all, the crib or the par
playin when you get in the car
chill at the bar, spit somethen or split a cigar
get with yah dogs to bring along to the bar

Chorus x2

Verse #2

I used to paint this flo' on nathan scrolls
then learned to make this doe with gangstas roll
think like the late great capone, but the bank is closed
these cats that think they ball but they aint this cold
I'm from new york city, even where pretty chicks act dark
n****s get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
put the strap up, you thought my name was kid, back up
big n****s, *spit* pick that up or lick that up
raised by gangsters and gamblers, hustlers, conartists, convicts, killers and dons
drug dealers, players and pimps, smooth talkers, stick up kids, thugs, real n****s and dogs
wanted by every soul and lay dead in the turf
cursed by every spirt and never made it to birth
since the moon seperated from earth
that's why they say that's why I'm the greatest that ever orcahstrated a verse

Chours x2

Verse #3

Hey yo
toast to that, its the cat that broke backs to a sold clap or smoke a track, how dope is that
pope will rap, wrote back the most slack
they know back before they turned coke to crack
to my dawgs hearin sirens on the firearms
i'll come, dyin wars and behind iron bars
the boulevard retire broads when I aint bob
try and rob my dialog, I am god
chicks moan to get next to my throne, sniff my cologne and get rak alone
s** pots at home, the tests gots to go
caress spots, dressed up, fed rocks to bone
hit the floors, its for 2003
hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me
rest assured when I rock dance crowds, they scream
b***h malore, I rock mine out rahim





Chorus x4

Overall Meaning

The song R.A.K.I.M by Rakim begins with him repeating his name several times, setting the tone for the rest of the piece. The chorus highlights the five letters that make up his name, attributing meaning to each letter (Rugged and rough, Allah, Keep it movin', Stand alone, and Crown/World/Throne). In the first verse, Rakim establishes his rap prowess and the awe and excitement he generates when he shows up at a party. He references his versatility, with the ability to switch between a thousand styles and a single flow. Rakim also introduces the concept of Jesus coming back to the ghetto in the form of a black pharoah with packed metal, showcasing his roots.


The second verse of R.A.K.I.M delves into Rakim's upbringing in New York City and how it has influenced him as a lyricist. He emphasizes the harsh reality of life in the city, where pretty chicks act dark, and people get clapped up for their money. Yet, Rakim is proud of his background, growing up around gangsters, gamblers, and hustlers, and it has given him the edge and insight he needs to create great rap music. He refers to himself as one of the greatest who ever orchestrated a verse, demonstrating his confidence and skill level.


Line by Line Meaning

Rakh (x8)
Rakh is a play on Rakim's name, and it is repeated eight times to serve as a hook for the song.


Chorus (x2)
The chorus is repeated twice to emphasize its message.


Are Rugged and rough that's how I do it
Rakim's style is rugged and rough, and that is his preferred way of rapping.


A Allah, who I praise to the fullest
Rakim is a devout Muslim, and he gives his praise to Allah as much as possible.


K Keep it movin'
Rakim tries to keep his career moving forward and not stagnate.


I Stand alone
Rakim doesn't need anyone's help or validation to be great.


M Its my crown, my world, my throne
Rakim is in full control of his career, and he views himself as the king of rap.


Hey when Rak come along its a rap ya'll relax
When Rakim shows up, it's game over for other rappers, and they can relax because they won't be able to match his skills.


the alminac just show me where the parties at
Rakim is a party animal, and he just needs to know where the party is to show up and have a good time.


seminars and tracks closed comas and cardiacs broads and cats screamin "oh my god, hes back"
Rakim is a master of both live performances and recorded tracks, and his fans get so excited to see him that they have to catch their breath.


just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin A thousand styles and one verse wearing the swiss patterns chicks get stabbed in the back til they have spasms known to spit a magnum or split a atom
Rakim is capable of writing a thousand different styles and flows, and he's so skilled that he can make women go weak in the knees with his lyrics.


who would of known that jesus would come back to the ghetto on that level like a black pharoah with packed metal so black rebels, a black pedal the pharoah with 5 bevels and take a word of rap gettin bazaarre, oh hardcore
Rakim compares himself to a modern-day Jesus, coming back to the streets like a black pharaoh with a powerful mic in hand. He is a rebel and in control of his career, just like a pharaoh would be in control of his kingdom.


this is for y'all, the crib or the par playin when you get in the car chill at the bar, spit somethen or split a cigar get with yah dogs to bring along to the bar
This song is for everyone listening, whether they're at home or hanging out with friends. They can play it in the car or at the bar and enjoy the lyrics with their friends.


I used to paint this flo' on nathan scrolls then learned to make this doe with gangstas roll think like the late great capone, but the bank is closed these cats that think they ball but they aint this cold I'm from new york city, even where pretty chicks act dark
Rakim came from humble beginnings, painting floors to make money. But he learned how to make money the smart way in the streets, thinking like a gangster but without breaking the law. He's from New York and even the pretty girls are tough there.


n****s get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up put the strap up, you thought my name was kid, back up big n****s, *spit* pick that up or lick that up raised by gangsters and gamblers, hustlers, conartists, convicts, killers and dons drug dealers, players and pimps, smooth talkers, stick up kids, thugs, real n****s and dogs wanted by every soul and lay dead in the turf cursed by every spirt and never made it to birth since the moon seperated from earth that's why they say that's why I'm the greatest that ever orcahstrated a verse
Rakim grew up around criminals but didn't become one himself. He's been respected by many but also hated and feared by some. He's always in control, and that's why he's considered one of the best rappers of all time.


toast to that, its the cat that broke backs to a sold clap or smoke a track, how dope is that pope will rap, wrote back the most slack they know back before they turned coke to crack to my dawgs hearin sirens on the firearms i'll come, dyin wars and behind iron bars
Rakim considers himself a master of his craft, making everyone go wild with his lyrics. He's come a long way from back in the day before drugs became a major problem in the streets. He'll always be there for his friends in times of need, whether they're in danger or locked up.


the boulevard retire broads when I aint bob try and rob my dialog, I am god chicks moan to get next to my throne, sniff my cologne and get rak alone s** pots at home, the tests gots to go caress spots, dressed up, fed rocks to bone hit the floors, its for 2003 hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me rest assured when I rock dance crowds, they scream b***h malore, I rock mine out rahim
Rakim is confident in himself and his abilities, knowing that he can retire women in the streets with his dialogue. He's considered a god in the rap game and women love to be near him. He's not shy when it comes to sex, and he's also stylish and has a great sense of humor. He's a crowd-pleaser and people scream when he performs, which is why he's one of the best rappers out there.


Chorus x4
The chorus is repeated four more times to bring the song to a satisfying end.




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Deadz

Ra! [x7]

[Chorus: x2]
[R:] Rugged and rough that's how I do it
[A:] Allah who I praise to the fullest
[K:] Keep it moving, I: Stand alone
[M:] It's my crown, my world, my throne

[Verse 1]
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax
The arm in that, you show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, hors, 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, till 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls
And learn ta, 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
Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"
Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers
Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf
Close 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs
To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that
Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack,
That know rap before they turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, tire 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 spot's at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the

[Chorus x6]



nomar manuel-munoz

I use to paint this flow on ancient scrolls
(saying hes been in the game so long aka ancient scrolls)
and learn to make this dough with a gangstas roll(refering to playing dice on the streets)
think like the late great capone when the bank is closed(saying rob that bitch like the late mobster)

3 lines with incredible meaning


WHAT!!!!!

If hes not in ur top 10 get out...now



Dritan Jaupaj

[Grep (përsërit 2X)] R: I thyer dhe i përafërt, kështu e bëj A: Allahun të cilin e lavdëroj në maksimum K: Vazhdoni të lëvizni Une rri vetem M: crownshtë kurora ime, bota ime, froni im
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[Vargu 1] Aiyyo kur sulmon Rakim Allah, është një përfundim i qetësimit Almanaku, thjesht më trego se ku është festa Seminare dhe pista, kurva, koma dhe kardiake Broads dhe macet që bërtasin "O Zot, ai është kthyer" Vetëm imagjinoni, unë goditi laboratorin dhe e goditi atë ' Një mijë stile në një varg, ritmet do të ndryshojnë modelet Zogjtë goditen me thikë në shpinë, derisa të marrin spazma Dihet që pështyn një magnum, ose copëton një atom Kush do ta dinte që Jezusi do të kthehej në geto Në atë nivel, dhe kaq të plotë, si një hero i zi Dhe paketoni metalin, kështu që rebelët rep, do të kthehen me pedale Faraoni i pesë lagjeve, dhe të marrë përsipër botën e repit Gettin 'e çuditshme, hardcore, kjo është për y'all Djep ose park, luajeni kur të hipni në makinë Bëni ftohtësi në lokal, gllënjosni diçka ose ndani një puro Shkoni me qentë tuaj, mos u shqetësoni, ky fëmijë është bomba Theshtë ...
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[Grep (përsërit 2X)] R: I thyer dhe i përafërt, kështu e bëj A: Allahun të cilin e lavdëroj në maksimum K: Vazhdoni të lëvizni Une rri vetem M: crownshtë kurora ime, bota ime, froni im
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[Vargu 2] Uh, po yo, unë e pikturoja këtë rrjedhë, në rrotullat e lashta Dhe mëso ta, bëje këtë brumë, ku rrokullisen gangstat Mendoni si Capone i ndjerë i ndjerë kur banka është e mbyllur Janë macet ato që pretendojnë se janë të guximshme, por nuk janë aq të ftohta Unë jam nga New York City, madje edhe zogj të bukur veprojnë Niggas ngrihen duartrokitur, ti grumbullohesh, ata ngjiten lart Vendosni rripin lart, ju mendoni se emri im ishte "Kid back up" Niggas të mëdha (zhurma e pështymës) e marrin atë, ose e ngrenë atë lart Të rritur nga gangsta dhe bixhozxhinj, mashtrues, artistë të dashur Dhe të dënuar, vrasës dhe don Tregtarët e drogës, lojërat dhe pimpët, folës të butë Mbaj fëmijët, banditë, niggas dhe perëndi të vërteta I përhumbur nga çdo shpirt që rrinte i vdekur në terren Mallkuar nga çdo frymë, që nuk e bëri kurrë të lindë Meqenëse Hëna u nda nga Toka Kjo është arsyeja pse ata thonë se unë jam më i madhi që orkestroi ndonjëherë një varg Theshtë
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[Grep (përsërit 2X)] R: I thyer dhe i përafërt, kështu e bëj A: Allahun të cilin e lavdëroj në maksimum K: Vazhdoni të lëvizni Une rri vetem M: crownshtë kurora ime, bota ime, froni im
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[Vargu 3] Ay yo, ne dolëm për këtë, është macja që theu shpinën Një duartrokitje shpirti, një tym një udhë, sa dopio është kjo Poet për rep, shkroi të pasmet që janë më të plogëta Kjo e di rep para se ata të kthehen koks për të thyer Qentë e mi dëgjojnë sirenat dhe armët e zjarrit Rezultati vdes në luftëra ose prapa hekurave Bulevard, mashtrime gomash kur evoluoj Provo dhe vjedh, dialogu im, unë jam Zoti
Zogjtë ankohen thjesht për të shkuar pranë fronit tim Dhe nuhas kolonjën time dhe merr Ra vetëm Seksi është në shtëpi, unë jam testosteroni Pika përkëdhelëse, pika stresi, kocka e themelit Goditi dyshemenë, është nxehtë për vitin 2003 Bollëk i Hitit, që trondit një stil aq të egër sa unë Të jem i sigurt, kur unë lëkund turmat e vallëzimit dhe bërtas Bismillah Ir-Rahman Ir-Rahim është
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[Grep (përsërit 2X)] R: I thyer dhe i përafërt, kështu e bëj A: Allahun të cilin e lavdëroj në maksimum K: Vazhdoni të lëvizni Une rri vetem M: crownshtë kurora ime, bota ime, froni im



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Lyrics from Genius
Ra! (repeat 7X)

[Hook (repeat 2X)]
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving
I, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

[Verse 1]
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax
The almanac, just show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, whores, 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, till 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...

[Hook (repeat 2X)]
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving
I, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls
And learn ta, 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
Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"
Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, playas 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

[Hook (repeat 2X)]
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving
I, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

[Verse 3]
Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs
To a soul clap, a smoke a track, how dope is that
Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack
That know rap before they turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, tire 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 spot's at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream
Bismillah Ir-Rahman Ir-Rahim it's the

[Hook (repeat 2X)]
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving
I, Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne



All comments from YouTube:

Marc Tezon

R - Rugged and Rough, that's how I do it
A - Allah who I praise to the fullest
K - Keep it moving
I - Stand Alone
M - It's My Crown, My World, My Throne

Mark Petriccione

RAKIM! Can’t do much better than an album with him, 50, jay, em and nas all on it. Love the 8mile soundtrack

Nicholas Lupo

this song made it on ems album through the label. not rakim him self, hes the microphone soloist normally. em and ra on a song together would be like 10 minutes long without collab, ra ems biggest idle.

Maxym Vasin

If you r still listening to this you deserve a respect!

Andrewzaua Ngaling

nice respected Rakim 😎

Jamie

Better put some respek on my name

Susi Kiss

2022 - 🔁 endless..8 mile 🤘

Jim Forty

This was best song on 8 mile soundtrack in my opinion

Mariah Covey

2022

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SwagOnMax

This album is a masterpiece

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