Strong Island
Rakim Lyrics


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[Rakim]
One two

Yeah, yeah,
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
Yeah it's the God baby,
Long Island's own,
Barbarian of the microphone,
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
It's for y'all niggas

And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca
Where peeps touch nothing but style heat and cheddar
Compete with ya livelihood to eat better
And ain't nothing sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
With a torn smile, trying to get my song on file
It's on now, the whole town done gone wild
Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
Then developed a strong style on Long Isle
Won't be long now, I started rhyming young
I designed for fun, knowing my time would come
I started, paying dues DJ'in with crews
Learning the inner city rules, conveying the news
Soon as the jam start the man's art'll jam parks
Slam so hard it remains a landmark
The rhyme that I'm styling, smooth as a violin
But "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"

("Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"(

Like any G.O.D., loose on a spree for new degrees
Things to do and see until nothing is new to me
A true MC usually be into a breeze
And I can still see New York City through the trees
My advance slams put you outside looking in
Or the other way around, that depends, look again
Took a pen so you could zero in on my book of gems
It extends from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn
Through every hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down
Til every DJ around, wanted to put me down
Rhymes got rougher til I was ready to blast off
And harass all from Suffolk County to Nassau
Where we keep the money piling, keep the honies smiling
Keep the heater just in case kids start whyling
The rhyme that I'm styling, smooth as a violin
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"

("Rough enough to break New York from Long Island)

Grew up in Wyndanch, formerly known as Crime-Danch
Me and my mans we travel lands to find jams
Where violence usually ends in sirens
By all means, we all fiend for finance
We make cash on the street called straight path
We take class, build with the Gods with great math
Everyday true to the street, and never fronted
Along the way, learned from the best that ever done it
Being exposed to life's highs and lows
Got my flows ready for shows, I'm ready for the pros
I put it on a tape and then the city I tested
Then on the radio the are's requested
Now the whole world's whyling, all the girls smiling
You know, it's on, soon as they let the crowd in
The rhyme that I'm styling, smooth as a violin
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"

Word up.. I want to give a big up to Long Island, stomping grounds, for real
("Rough enough to break New York from Long Island")
Crime-Danch, one love baby, word up
("Rough enough to break New York from Long Island")
I want to give a crazy shout out to all the DJ's back in the day
Who used to let me smoke they microphones, ya know what I mean?
Big up to DJ Maniac, DJ Teddy Tuff, and DJ Cool Breeze
("Rough enough to break New York from Long Island")
Word up





("Rough enough to break New York from Long Island")

Overall Meaning

Rakim's song "Strong Island" is a tribute to his hometown of Long Island and its impact on his life and career as a rapper. The first verse highlights the toughness of Long Island and its inhabitants, who have to compete for livelihood and survive in a harsh environment. Rakim talks about his early days as a DJ and how he learned the "inner city rules" and "conveyed the news" through his music. He then describes his evolution as an MC, from starting to rhyme young, paying dues, and developing a strong style.


The second verse features Rakim's signature smooth flow as he reflects on his journey to success, from traveling to find new jam sessions to making cash on the street called Straight Path. He also acknowledges the influence of his mentors and peers in the rap game and how being exposed to life's highs and lows prepared him for the pros. Finally, Rakim gives a shout-out to Long Island, Crime-Danch, and the DJs who helped him along the way.


Overall, "Strong Island" is a powerful ode to the resilience and creativity of Long Island and its role in shaping Rakim's artistry.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, yeah,
Opening adlibs to grab listener's attention


"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
Rakim's ability to bring fire and premier hip-hop music transcends Even geographical boundaries.


Long Island's own,
Rakim hails from Long Island.


Barbarian of the microphone,
Known for his imposing, dominant rapping skills.


It's for y'all niggas
The track is dedicated to his followers/fans


And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca
Strong Island is a couple of miles east of Mecca, symbolizing the city's cult following among hip-hop enthusiasts


Where peeps touch nothing but style heat and cheddar
Life on the streets of Strong Island is all about style, fame, and money


Compete with ya livelihood to eat better
People do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means having to compete with peers for a better life


And ain't nothing sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
Women are the only exception to the roughness of life on Strong Island


With a torn smile, trying to get my song on file
Rakim struggled early in his career but persevered, leaving behind his music for the next generation to enjoy


It's on now, the whole town done gone wild
The energy and vibe of Rakim's music have become contagious, spreading like wildfire


Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as an unborn child
Rakim was born with a natural ability to rhyme, even before he was born


Then developed a strong style on Long Isle
Rakim honed his skills in Strong Island and became the rap icon that we know today


Won't be long now, I started rhyming young
Rakim's love for hip-hop began at an early age


I designed for fun, knowing my time would come
Rakim knew he was destined for greatness and practiced his craft as a hobby


I started, paying dues DJ'in with crews
Rakim started small, working with local DJs to improve his skills


Learning the inner city rules, conveying the news
Rakim learned what it takes to succeed in the inner city and used his music to share his message with the world


Soon as the jam start the man's art'll jam parks
Rakim's music is so powerful that it can turn an entire park into a concert venue


Slam so hard it remains a landmark
Rakim's music is timeless and is cemented as a part of hip-hop history


Like any G.O.D., loose on a spree for new degrees
Rakim is like a god of hip-hop, always seeking new ways to improve his craft


Things to do and see until nothing is new to me
Rakim has seen and done it all, and continues to push the boundaries of what hip-hop can achieve


A true MC usually be into a breeze
Rakim makes rapping look easy because he's a true master of his craft


And I can still see New York City through the trees
Rakim always stays connected to his roots in NYC, even when he's far away


My advance slams put you outside looking in
Rakim is so ahead of the curve that others are trying to catch up


Or the other way around, that depends, look again
Rakim's music is so complex that it can be interpreted in different ways, depending on how you look at it


Took a pen so you could zero in on my book of gems
Rakim wants his fans to pay attention to the lyrics and interpret each line as a gem of wisdom


It extends from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn
Rakim's music is loved across all boroughs of NYC, from the upscale Hamptons to inner-city Brooklyn


Through every hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down
Rakim's music is embraced by people of all backgrounds and ages, who love to dance and vibe to his rhymes


Til every DJ around, wanted to put me down
Rakim's talent became a threat to other DJs, who were jealous of his success


Rhymes got rougher til I was ready to blast off
Rakim's rhymes became more hardcore as he gained more experience and confidence


And harass all from Suffolk County to Nassau
Rakim's music spread across all counties of Long Island, captivating audiences everywhere


Where we keep the money piling, keep the honies smiling
Rakim and his crew always keep things moving, making money and keeping women happy


Keep the heater just in case kids start whyling
Life on the streets of Strong Island is dangerous, and Rakim always carries a gun for protection


Grew up in Wyndanch, formerly known as Crime-Danch
Rakim grew up in a rough neighborhood called Wyndanch, that was so notorious for crime that it was nicknamed Crime-Danch


Me and my mans we travel lands to find jams
Rakim and his friends roamed the city, going to different venues to perform and find inspiration


Where violence usually ends in sirens
Violence is common on the streets of Strong Island, and it usually ends with the police showing up


By all means, we all fiend for finance
Rakim and his crew were hungry for money and willing to do anything to get it


We make cash on the street called straight path
Rakim and his crew made money on a street named Straight Path


We take class, build with the Gods with great math
Rakim and his crew are always striving to learn and grow, seeking wisdom from those more knowledgeable than themselves


Everyday true to the street, and never fronted
Rakim and his crew always stayed true to their roots, never becoming fake or phony


Along the way, learned from the best that ever done it
Rakim has studied the greats in hip-hop and learned from their success and failures


Being exposed to life's highs and lows
Rakim has experienced both the good and bad in life and used it to fuel his music


Got my flows ready for shows, I'm ready for the pros
Rakim's rhymes are polished and ready to perform for any audience


I put it on a tape and then the city I tested
Rakim recorded his music on a tape and shared it with the city, testing the waters to see if people liked it


Then on the radio the are's requested
People loved Rakim's music so much that they requested it on the radio


Now the whole world's whyling, all the girls smiling
Rakim's music has become a global hit, making fans around the world go crazy and smile


Word up.. I want to give a big up to Long Island, stomping grounds, for real
Conclusion to the song, where Rakim shouts out his hometown of Long Island


"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
Reinforcement of the chorus that Long Island has an undeniable influence on New York hip-hop scene, and Rakim is the man who brought that impact




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ERIC BARRIER, WILLIAM GRIFFIN

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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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