The Master
Rakim lyrics
Rakim lyrics
"Cold Feeling Lyrics"
I Write the Book Lyrics
I'm over here and it's cold I'm writing recipes for growing old Growing old, mean and alone Oh, baby, pick up the phone This pain in my heart
[Intro: Rakim]
Yeah (allowed it)
Guess who (Raahaaaah)
Uhh, Ayatollah (allowed it)
From the song (Raaah)
[Verse 1: Rakim]
Let the games begin, it's nothing but pain for them
I - don't - play - I - win
I got plain again that's why I came again
It's the R-A-K-I-M
Come through in a by, lean low like I'm doin a crime
Empty ya nines and bend in the dime
Thoughts hard to find that's why I got
I'm bettin rhymes, til the end of times
Shame on some, can't wait til the fame is done
You can curse if you pray for the day to come
Stay with the gun, stay in the slum, stay number 1
To the day the earth drift away from the sun
I meditate and let the ancient spirits speak through the pen
So every word I display a true or a gem, or holdin the grim
Still shootin two in ya men
If you think the world's greatest can't do it again
[Chorus](4x)
There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart
[Verse 2: Rakim]
Yo, in the life for thuggin, we like to get high from puffin
Forty-five is bustin, like live percussion
Will them thighs be bobbin
That's why we try to stay alive in hustlin
But some of us die for nothing
Try to clock on the block, that's horn it with boats on it
With Ghetto Legends to America's Most Want
Lost souls in the crossroads of sidewalk
Life is soft when you live and die in New York
You've been wrong before
You'll be missin til your picture's on the wall
On the side of a corner store
Either flowin on tour, or goin to war
I was born to ball what the fuck is wrong wit y'all
I wrote the scripture
My lyrics just spoken with a flow
There's no vision whole hit in the motion picture
Watchin the sty
I'm over here and it's cold I'm writing recipes for growing old Growing old, mean and alone Oh, baby, pick up the phone This pain in my heart
[Intro: Rakim]
Yeah (allowed it)
Guess who (Raahaaaah)
Uhh, Ayatollah (allowed it)
From the song (Raaah)
[Verse 1: Rakim]
Let the games begin, it's nothing but pain for them
I - don't - play - I - win
I got plain again that's why I came again
It's the R-A-K-I-M
Come through in a by, lean low like I'm doin a crime
Empty ya nines and bend in the dime
Thoughts hard to find that's why I got
Dirty Dancin Lyrics
originally appeared on the Jerky Boys soundtrack, bonus cut on CD * - was originally listed as a Wu-Tang Clan song (Ol Dirty Bastard is doing a Martin Lawrence comedy skit from Raw) (this is g
'em losin they mindoriginally appeared on the Jerky Boys soundtrack, bonus cut on CD * - was originally listed as a Wu-Tang Clan song (Ol Dirty Bastard is doing a Martin Lawrence comedy skit from Raw) (this is g
I'm bettin rhymes, til the end of times
Shame on some, can't wait til the fame is done
You can curse if you pray for the day to come
Stay with the gun, stay in the slum, stay number 1
To the day the earth drift away from the sun
I meditate and let the ancient spirits speak through the pen
So every word I display a true or a gem, or holdin the grim
Still shootin two in ya men
If you think the world's greatest can't do it again
[Chorus](4x)
There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart
[Verse 2: Rakim]
Yo, in the life for thuggin, we like to get high from puffin
Forty-five is bustin, like live percussion
Will them thighs be bobbin
That's why we try to stay alive in hustlin
But some of us die for nothing
Try to clock on the block, that's horn it with boats on it
With Ghetto Legends to America's Most Want
Multimedia Man Lyrics
By dean friedman I found my place in cyberspace. It just might save the human race. Communication is, not just the music biz. not just the music biz. I'm a multimedia man. i'm a multime
edBy dean friedman I found my place in cyberspace. It just might save the human race. Communication is, not just the music biz. not just the music biz. I'm a multimedia man. i'm a multime
Lost souls in the crossroads of sidewalk
Life is soft when you live and die in New York
You've been wrong before
You'll be missin til your picture's on the wall
On the side of a corner store
Either flowin on tour, or goin to war
I was born to ball what the fuck is wrong wit y'all
I wrote the scripture
My lyrics just spoken with a flow
There's no vision whole hit in the motion picture
Watchin the sty