Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Its the K...
I shouldn't have left you...
The most awaited - anticipated - imitated - rap artist - was created,
On march the 16th, when i was born, and the world was elated,
I spit fire, as soon as i got butt-slapped,
my 1st track, dissed the doc and the nurse who wrapped,
me in a towel and she was zapped - and clapped - at
the enormity of my jewels that got her in the sack.
At present, a girl calls me a M.C.P., but it's cool, (true)
coz i peddled the Roc, when she pedaled her bike to school.
for me books were tools, to smuggle dope into schools,
with a hole in them, where ya put your ganja at,
gateway drugs are a myth, ganja is herb for the soul - cats.
Police set lethal traps, but I always kept my bags packed,
and slipped through the gaps of the ghetto, and the ghetto has no maps.
But now i sell dope through my rhymes, that are just as addictive,
Nourishment for your brain, my imagery and visions make you submissive.
A lyrical terrorist, I blow you up, just to get you elevated,
And am elevated myself, in the process that rids the hatred.
And then I'm filled with love, and I begin to think,
Lyrics flow through me, naturally, And for that time I'm RAKIM.
They fear him, And now they can't hate Him,
coz after all the drama, Kaka slayed them.