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the best rapper of all time
thinkin of a master plan
cuz ain’t nuthin but sweat inside my hand
so i dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
so i dig deeper but still comin up with lint
so i start my mission- leave my residence
thinkin how could i get some dead presidents
i need money, i used to be a stick-up kid
so i think of all the devious things i did
i used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain’t nuthin funny
stop smiling, be still, don’t nuthin move but the money
but now i learned to earn cos i’m righteous
i feel great! so maybe i might just
search for a 9 to 5, if i strive
then maybe i’ll stay alive
so i walk up the street whistlin this
feelin out of place cos, man, do i miss
a pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
me and eric b, and a nice big plate of
fish, which is my favorite dish
but without no money it’s still a wish
cos i don’t like to dream about gettin paid
so i dig into the books of the rhymes that i made
to now test to see if i got pull
hit the studio, cos i’m paid in full
simply “the g-d.” no one possessed the poetic ability or wordplay before him, and many have his style embedded in their delivery since.
rakim. ruler allah king i master.
simply the master, a man whose’s brilliance was so far ahead of his time, we’re still trying to catch up
the e f f e c t a smooth operator operating correctly
rakim this crazy cat who revolutionized and took hip hop 2 a new level with his lyrical content he’s responsible 4 such products as eminem he alone holds the greatest mind in hip hop.
rakim my lord!
the wild style fashiona
paragraph embasador
the g-d
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n.
1. a rap duo of eric b and rakim from queens new york.
2. rakim (as in the song)
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
yo man, rakim is the sh-t.
hes from long island dumb-ss not queens
rakim is a madd good rapper
born william michael griffin jr, january 28, 1968. most notible as the mc of eric b & rakim rap duo.

greatest hip-hop vocabulary of any rapper of all time & author of such songs as;
i know you got soul
paid in full
don’t sweat the technique
eric b is president
microphone fiend
let the rhythm hit ’em
follow the leader
my melody
move the crowd
i ain’t no joke
know the legde (juice)

also known as;
the 18th letter
the “r”
the master
the g-d emcee

‘i know you got soul’

it’s been a long time, i shouldn’t have 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 ’till 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,
ditects 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 (4x)
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 wanna 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 wanna 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 (5x)

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 cuz i rock gold
rakim is on the mic and you know i got soul

you got it (4x)

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

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