What's going on
Rakim Lyrics


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What's going on?

What's happening, it's been so long, what's going on
And what's going wrong? the good old days are gone
You forgot your plot and your plans as a young man
You invented a scam even you don't understand
You rig the enigma, can't figure it out
You change the route, now you're in doubt
You use to cut class, smoked grass, still passed,
Figured you was all that but that ain't last;
The times is harder, the drugs is heavier
You say whatever, the more, the merrier;
Smoke chokes your dreams and blurs your scenes,
Now a young man fiend change his plan to schemes;
No more good times, no more time,
Too far to find, you're almost blind,
You can't see what spot that the trap is in...
(hey bra!)what's happening!
You had it mapped out, your plans get torn,
You stayed up for days and now your dreams are gone
You said you quit, stated your word is bond
(hey bro) what's going on?

What's going on?

My neighborhood don't look so good
I'll find a way out.. yeah, I would if I could,
But the government is doing a project...
So I live in the projects;
Where we fight for elbow room to the doom,
Try to live long but you die too soon,
I might not be alive to see 25,
Taught at ten to make money and strive;
I sold tapes at school and made some ends
Met alot of skins and even made some friends,
Cool, 'cause now I got a crew to run wit,
Break a couple of rules, have crazy fun wit;
But every now and then, they give my knuckle game a test,
But I won't fess, I just get rid of the stress!
And then shake hands like a man,
'cause it's a family thing, only the crew would understand!
But you had a one on one fight wit drugs,
When we ain't cool no more, we buss slugs,
Clip after clip, until one of us is gone...
(hey bra!) what's going on?

Yo, what's going on?

The crime rate in new york state elevate,
A city filled wit hate, more deaths accumulate,
Drug wars daily, alot of blood spilt,
Kids on the playground shot down and kilt!
Nobody wants to live on the 1st floor no more...
'cause stray bullets explore!
We're killing ourselves off slowly but surely,
And at the end of the year, I'm sure many more'll be
Rubbed out in a quest for clout
The rest'll be drugged out, this is bugged out!
Half of the projects is dead or locked up,
Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up.
Human abortion create distortions...
And that's just a portion, you know that we're lost when




Babies are addicted to drugs when they are born....!
(hey bra!) what's going on? (3x)

Overall Meaning

In Rakim's song "What's Going On," the lyrics touch on various themes and reflect on the current state of society. The song starts with a personal reflection, questioning what has happened and what has gone wrong. The singer reflects on the loss of innocence and the abandonment of plans and ideals that were held as a young person. The lyrics suggest a downward spiral caused by getting caught up in scams, drugs, and questionable choices. The once hopeful dreams and ambitions have been replaced with uncertainty and regret.


The second verse takes a broader perspective, shifting focus to the environment of the singer's neighborhood. Living in the projects, the singer highlights the struggle for a better life and the difficult circumstances that surround them. They describe a constant battle for survival, where time is limited and the pressure to make money is strong. Despite the hardships, the singer finds solace in their crew, emphasizing the importance of camaraderie and support. However, the lyrics also allude to the destructive influence of drugs and the potential for violence among friends when conflicts arise.


The final verse tackles the larger issue of crime and violence in New York City. The lyrics emphasize the escalating crime rate and the prevalence of drug wars and shootings. The singer laments the loss of innocent lives, particularly children who become victims of the environment. The lyrics reflect a sense of hopelessness and despair, describing a society where self-destruction and moral degradation have become the norm.


Overall, "What's Going On" is a socially conscious song that raises questions about personal choices, societal issues, and the impact of drugs and violence on individuals and communities.


Line by Line Meaning

What's going on?
What is currently happening and the state of affairs?


What's happening, it's been so long, what's going on
What events have been unfolding over such a considerable period, and what is the current state of affairs?


And what's going wrong? the good old days are gone
What has gone astray, leading to the disappearance of the once favorable past?


You forgot your plot and your plans as a young man
You neglected the goals and aspirations you had during your youth.


You invented a scam even you don't understand
You created a deception or fraudulent scheme that even you struggle to comprehend.


You rig the enigma, can't figure it out
You manipulated the mysterious situation, yet you are unable to comprehend it.


You change the route, now you're in doubt
You altered your course of action, resulting in uncertainty and skepticism.


You use to cut class, smoked grass, still passed, Figured you was all that but that ain't last;
You previously engaged in truancy, consumed cannabis, yet managed to succeed academically, but those achievements were temporary.


The times are harder, the drugs are heavier
The present era is more challenging, and the drug problem has intensified.


You say whatever, the more, the merrier;
You nonchalantly adopt the belief that indulging in more drugs brings greater happiness.


Smoke chokes your dreams and blurs your scenes, Now a young man fiend change his plan to schemes;
The excessive use of drugs suffocates your aspirations and distorts your perception, causing a young man to turn to dubious schemes.


No more good times, no more time, Too far to find, you're almost blind, You can't see what spot that the trap is in...
The enjoyable moments have vanished, and time is running out. You are too far gone to perceive the dangers of your predicament.


(hey bra!) what's happening!
Hey, friend! Please enlighten me on the current situation!


You had it mapped out, your plans get torn, You stayed up for days and now your dreams are gone
You had carefully devised a plan, but it gets disrupted, and as a result, your aspirations vanish after days of sleepless nights.


You said you quit, stated your word is bond (hey bro) what's going on?
You claimed to have quit, asserting your commitment, but now you question the status quo, seeking understanding, my friend.


My neighborhood don't look so good
My immediate area appears undesirable.


I'll find a way out.. yeah, I would if I could, But the government is doing a project... So I live in the projects;
I wish to escape this reality, but unfortunately, the government is carrying out a redevelopment project that forces me to reside in low-income housing.


Where we fight for elbow room to the doom, Try to live long but you die too soon
In this cramped space, we struggle for a bit of personal space until our inevitable demise occurs prematurely.


I might not be alive to see 25, Taught at ten to make money and strive;
There's a possibility I won't survive beyond the age of twenty-five. At the young age of ten, I was taught to focus on acquiring wealth and persevering.


I sold tapes at school and made some ends Met a lot of skins and even made some friends
I engaged in the sale of cassette tapes at school to generate income, interacted with numerous individuals, and formed acquaintances.


Cool, 'cause now I got a crew to run wit, Break a couple of rules, have crazy fun wit;
It's beneficial because I now have a group of comrades to accompany me, deviating from conventional norms and indulging in exhilarating escapades.


But every now and then, they give my knuckle game a test, But I won't fess, I just get rid of the stress!
Occasionally, they challenge my physical fighting abilities, but I refuse to confess any weakness; instead, I release my stress through confrontation.


And then shake hands like a man, 'cause it's a family thing, only the crew would understand!
After the altercation, we reconcile like mature individuals since we consider ourselves a family, and only our crew comprehends this unique bond.


But you had a one-on-one fight wit drugs, When we ain't cool no more, we buss slugs
However, you engaged in a personal battle against drug addiction, and when our friendship deteriorated, we resorted to violence, shooting at each other.


Clip after clip, until one of us is gone... (hey bra!) what's going on?
Continuously firing rounds of bullets at each other until one of us perishes... Hey, brother! Please inform me of the current situation!


The crime rate in New York state elevate, A city filled wit hate, more deaths accumulate,
The crime rate in the state of New York is increasing, as the city is overflowing with animosity, leading to a rising number of deaths.


Drug wars daily, a lot of blood spilt, Kids on the playground shot down and kilt!
Daily conflicts related to drug trafficking result in significant bloodshed. Tragically, innocent children are fatally targeted on playgrounds.


Nobody wants to live on the 1st floor no more... 'cause stray bullets explore!
Individuals no longer desire to reside on the ground level due to the imminent danger of stray bullets permeating the area.


We're killing ourselves off slowly but surely, And at the end of the year, I'm sure many more'll be Rubbed out in a quest for clout
We are gradually and surely destroying ourselves. I am confident that, by the end of the year, a significant number of individuals will be eliminated in a desperate pursuit of influence and reputation.


The rest'll be drugged out, this is bugged out! Half of the projects is dead or locked up
The remainder of the community will succumb to drugs, exacerbating the dire situation! A significant portion of the housing projects' residents have either perished or are imprisoned.


Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up. Human abortion create distortions...
Children are being abducted and subsequently discovered dismembered. This cruel act of terminating human life prematurely produces societal abnormalities and disruption.


And that's just a portion, you know that we're lost when Babies are addicted to drugs when they are born....!
The aforementioned occurrence represents merely a fraction of the overall predicament. The extent of our disarray is evident when newborn babies are already born with dependencies on drugs!


(hey bra!) what's going on? (3x)
Hey, friend! Please enlighten me on the current situation! (repeated three times)




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Written by: ERIC BARRIER, WILLIAM GRIFFIN

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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
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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
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Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
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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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