Word On the Street
Rakim Lyrics


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I left the set...
They need me, like, "Where he go?" ...To bed.
He's still off the heezy, yo! The kid spit, weezy. But, easy? No.
I make it, hard to read me, graffiti flow...

East to West, the world wanna see me blow.
Syndicated, like your favorite T.
V. show. I get respect, and get a check,
from cd's sold. The President, Record Exec', from C.E.O.

Ra's still killin' 'em. Block's; still fillin' 'em.
Knots; still peelin' 'em. (HOT!) Still reelin' 'em. Real as them.
Drop! Sell millions. Seventh Seal,
here it come. Ra's chillin', top buildin' spot's still feelin' him.

Papi in Puerto Rico, UK's King Harold.
The Bronx; I'm Carlito, the block; I'm Raw Ghetto.
Jamaica; I'm Ja', and Rio' know my M.
O. Japan; It's, (Kwa tachi gua la Kimo.) - (Japanese??)

It don't matter where you at, O.T. or on the same block I rep'.
(You know!) All come from the same Struggle. (I know!)
You understand my lingo. So,
no matter, wherever, I know you got my back.
(Yes.) And if it ever pop off,
I'm gone' react! You see, the word on the streets...
. Is the world got our back, so we NEED... To send LOVE wherever we go!

When I'm flowin', my master craft is demographic,
it's growin'. I check the status,
then let 'em have it. The chosen; Rakim is classic,
time, so far past it. Masses won't grasp it, till I'm in the casket.

When I'm zonin'...
I've seen it all, like, "Casualties of War" before
it happened. Perhaps, my pen is magic.
Unloadin'. Mic chokin', smoke,
keep clappin', till it's broken. Pop open, like emptyin' a ratchet.

Black-Berry Benzino. Guts is red.
Black and Cherry Timb's, and feet,
so stuffed with bread. The lee-low.
Seein' ya group, like I'm duckin' the Fed's.
Ra's still on fire, like I puff with dreads.

"Studio-Gangster-Talk-Tough" is dead.
My 16's a slug stuck in your head.
. Enough said. This is for fans,
and neighborhood's, celeb's.
Baby girl, let's hit the club. Hurry up, get dressed. So, let's go!

It don't matter where you at, O.T. or on the same block I rep'.
(You know!) All come from the same Struggle. (I know!)

You understand my lingo. So,
no matter, wherever, I know you got my back.
(Yes.) And if it ever pop off,
I'm gone' react! You see, the word on the streets...
. Is the world got our back, so we NEED... To send LOVE wherever we go!

It's Hip-Hop, when DJ's throw it on in the club,
and watch... Mami's drop and start warmin' it up.
They get hot. Bartender puts some more in the cup.
Thugs hear it outside, start stormin' the club.

It Don't Stop! Once it's on,
we enjoyin' the buzz. Inhale the song in your lungs,
it's as strong as a blunt,
or raw rocks off of the block.
The audience bump, till the cops run in the spot,
like I'm wanted for drugs.

I party with Mami's, with Bacardi and they zombies.
Sophisticated hotties, that ride with me on Ducatis.
Fit bodies in they Armani's, mix Karate with Pilates.
Yeah, they hobby's with Papi put tsunami's in their punanys.

The God stay fly, it ain't hard to aim high.
Like I'm armed with a launcher,
or a Don on they grind. Ra' displays rhymes,
it's the crime, dark or day time.
Like a mobster sprays 9's, I'm a monster, ain't I?

It don't matter where you at, O.T. or on the same block I rep'.
(You know!) All come from the same Struggle. (I know!)
You understand my lingo. So,
no matter, wherever, I know you got my back.
(Yes.) And if it ever pop off,
I'm gone' react! You see, the word on the streets...
. Is the world got our back, so we NEED... To send LOVE wherever we go!

New York City.
Detroit.
ATL.
The Westcoast.
The Midwest...
. Across seas.





R. A. K. I. M.

Overall Meaning

In the song Word On the Street by Rakim, the artist discusses his lifestyle as a popular hip-hop figure, and his travels around the world performing for his fans. He opens the song with the line, “I left the set… They need me, like, ‘Where he go?’ …To bed.” This makes it clear that he is discussing his life as a busy performer who is in high demand. Rakim asserts that his “graffiti flow” makes it hard to read him, and that he is syndicated like a hit TV show. He goes on to describe how he receives respect and a paycheck from the CDs he sells. He talks about how he is known and appreciated all over the world, from the Bronx to Puerto Rico, Japan, and beyond.


In the chorus, Rakim says, “It don’t matter where you at, O.T. or on the same block I rep'. All come from the same Struggle. You understand my lingo. So, no matter, wherever, I know you got my back. And if it ever pop off, I'm gone' react!” This is a statement about how music can bring people together from different places and backgrounds, and how they can all relate to the struggle and experiences that are expressed in songs like Rakim’s.


Line by Line Meaning

I left the set...
I stopped what I was doing and went to bed.


They need me, like, "Where he go?" ...To bed.
People are wondering where I went, even though I just went to sleep.


He's still off the heezy, yo! The kid spit, weezy. But, easy? No.
Despite my success, I still work hard and never make it easy.


I make it, hard to read me, graffiti flow...
My style is unique and not easily understood.


East to West, the world wanna see me blow.
My talent is in demand and fans across the world want to see me succeed.


Syndicated, like your favorite T.
My content is widely distributed and popular, like a mainstream TV show.


V. show. I get respect, and get a check, from cd's sold. The President, Record Exec', from C.E.O.
I earn respect and financial success from my music, catching the attention of high-ranking music industry figures.


Ra's still killin' 'em. Block's; still fillin' 'em. Knots; still peelin' 'em. (HOT!) Still reelin' 'em. Real as them. Drop! Sell millions. Seventh Seal, here it come. Ra's chillin', top buildin' spot's still feelin' him.
I am still making successful music and dominating the industry. My next project, "Seventh Seal," is predicted to be popular and successful.


Papi in Puerto Rico, UK's King Harold.
I am respected and popular in various regions, from Puerto Rico to the UK.


The Bronx; I'm Carlito, the block; I'm Raw Ghetto.
I represent the raw essence of the Bronx and its tough neighborhood culture.


Jamaica; I'm Ja', and Rio' know my M. O. Japan; It's, (Kwa tachi gua la Kimo.) - (Japanese??)
My music is popular across the world and I have different personas to represent different regions, like Ja' in Jamaica and Kimo in Japan (despite not speaking the language fluently).


It don't matter where you at, O.T. or on the same block I rep'. (You know!) All come from the same Struggle. (I know!) You understand my lingo. So, no matter, wherever, I know you got my back. (Yes.) And if it ever pop off, I'm gone' react! You see, the word on the streets...
It doesn't matter where you are from, we all face struggles and can relate to my music. I know my fans have my back and will support me, and I will defend myself if necessary. This is what's being said on the streets.


. Is the world got our back, so we NEED... To send LOVE wherever we go!
The world is embracing our music and culture, so it is our duty to spread love and positivity wherever we go.


When I'm flowin', my master craft is demographic, it's growin'. I check the status, then let 'em have it. The chosen; Rakim is classic, time, so far past it. Masses won't grasp it, till I'm in the casket.
My music is very popular across different age groups and demographics, and I will continue to create quality work. My classic style is timeless and people may not fully appreciate it until I have passed away.


When I'm zonin'... I've seen it all, like, "Casualties of War" before it happened. Perhaps, my pen is magic.
When I am in the zone writing my music, I have a gift of predicting events before they happen and conveying them into my songs.


Unloadin'. Mic chokin', smoke, keep clappin', till it's broken. Pop open, like emptyin' a ratchet.
I am giving it my all when it comes to performing, to the point of choking on the mic. But I won't stop until the energy is drained and the crowd is satisfied.


Black-Berry Benzino. Guts is red. Black and Cherry Timb's, and feet, so stuffed with bread. The lee-low. Seein' ya group, like I'm duckin' the Fed's. Ra's still on fire, like I puff with dreads.
I have expensive taste, from my Black-Berry phone to my sneakers. I am still popular and making great music, like I am smoking a joint.


"Studio-Gangster-Talk-Tough" is dead. My 16's a slug stuck in your head. . Enough said.
Posers who act tough behind the mic are no longer relevant, while my powerful lyrics remain memorable and impactful.


This is for fans, and neighborhood's, celeb's.
My music is for my fans, neighbors, and even celebrities.


Baby girl, let's hit the club. Hurry up, get dressed. So, let's go!
Addressing a woman, let's go out and party.


It's Hip-Hop, when DJ's throw it on in the club, and watch... Mami's drop and start warmin' it up. They get hot. Bartender puts some more in the cup. Thugs hear it outside, start stormin' the club.
Hip-hop music is the genre of choice in the club, where women start dancing and the energy goes up with more alcohol. Outside, people are drawn to the sound and may try to get in.


It Don't Stop! Once it's on, we enjoyin' the buzz. Inhale the song in your lungs, it's as strong as a blunt, or raw rocks off of the block. The audience bump, till the cops run in the spot, like I'm wanted for drugs.
The excitement and enjoyment from the music never ends. It's like breathing it in like smoke, whether from a joint or the dangerous environment of the block. The audience gets hyped up until the police come in, as if I were involved in a drug bust.


I party with Mami's, with Bacardi and they zombies. Sophisticated hotties, that ride with me on Ducatis. Fit bodies in they Armani's, mix Karate with Pilates. Yeah, they hobby's with Papi put tsunami's in their punanys.
I have fun with attractive women, drinking and dancing, and even riding motorcycles together like Ducatis. They take care of themselves physically and know martial arts, as well as enjoying intimate moments with me.


The God stay fly, it ain't hard to aim high. Like I'm armed with a launcher, or a Don on they grind. Ra' displays rhymes, it's the crime, dark or day time. Like a mobster sprays 9's, I'm a monster, ain't I?
I have style and confidence, and it's easy to set my sights high. I am like an armory or a well-connected gangster. My lyrics are powerful and impactful like a gunman's weapons, making me a powerful threat.


New York City. Detroit. ATL. The Westcoast. The Midwest... . Across seas. R. A. K. I. M.
My success and reach of my music is represented from coast to coast, and even internationally. I am Rakim.




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@Roomer645

Ever notices how Rakim can spit a complete album without defaulting to curse words ? Now that truly is the definition of somebody who masters rap as an art form. Rakim has no competition, he is in a league of his own. Hats off and bowing down ....

@byronherrera6114

Nas the same way

@darrenbradly2702

Here is a man...the artist...that could spin and twist words without muddying up the lyrical waters with curse words.

@amirrox

still bumping this since last year, still havent gotten enough of this song!

@jzz5752

Protect ears, listen not much.

@Roomer645

One of his very best ! The one and only 'R' The beat is sick and never gets tiresome, props to the DJ !

@Roomer645

Rakim truly is the King of Rap, period !

@shemereali961

A Lyrical Genius Ra is the God

@ratavaravatar

My favourite 4 songs: hip hop, word on the street, love 4 sale, it's nothing... And others.

@jackson1569

wa-ta-shi-wa Rakim

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