Topsongs van Rakim
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rakim
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
William Griffin
Komponist:in
Chris Martin
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Premier
Produzent:in
Eddie Sancho
Mischtechniker:in
Dexter Thibou
Mischtechniker:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
It's to my real ill ****, heavyweight hitters
Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures
My **** that come on the spot to feel sisters
Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-zigga
[Verse 2]
When it's ugly then the club is lovely
Thugs be sipping Hennessy and bubbly
To my comrades that keep it flaming hot
On dangerous blocks, claiming spots
[Verse 3]
Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers
Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers
Get respect in the hood, credit is good
Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra wood
[Verse 4]
Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon, baby
Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on
Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style
Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down
[Verse 5]
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known when I B on tha mic
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known, yo
[Verse 6]
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known when I B on tha mic
Hardcore, real ill ****
So all hail the honorables
[Verse 7]
How about some hardcore? Yeah we like it raw for sure
Broads on the floor, wall to wall
There's more at the door, players ball to score
'Cause this right here is for all of y'all
[Verse 8]
Rakim and Primo, yo, I got what you need, bro
You go see a show, smoke an L, mean yo
And DJs play with hard bass kicks
And then they display tricks like The Matrix
[Verse 9]
Make the record fly undetected by the naked eye
So just feel the vibe 'cause your ears never lie
Nowadays DJ's bags of tricks graphic
On some behind-the-back shit, catch it and scratch it
[Verse 10]
Blast it, this kid got his craft mastered
Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic
Spin it back and forth and grab it
And know just where it is, there it is
[Verse 11]
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known when I B on tha mic
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known, yo
[Verse 12]
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known when I B on tha mic
Hardcore, real ill ****
So all hail the honorables
[Verse 13]
To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques
I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks
They be like, how that kid Ra reach the peak?
Pull out the heat and use my technique to speak
[Verse 14]
It's dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids
What part of the game this is in foreign languages
They hold Ra's events in different continents
Put my lyrical contents in monuments
[Verse 15]
In ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh
Mind travel, design style like apparel
My fashions last long as a lifetime
'Cause I can see the future when the God write rhymes
[Verse 16]
They mad 'cause I managed to reign so long
Like their chance to make money done came and gone
This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night
And the sisters that be keeping this right when I B on tha mic
[Verse 17]
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known when I B on tha mic
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known, yo
[Verse 18]
Hardcore, real ill ****
I'm internationally known when I B on tha mic
Hardcore, real ill ****
So all hail the honorables
Written by: Chris Martin, William Griffin