Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strong Island, artist - Rakim. Album song The Master, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Strong Island |
Yeah. |
uhh. |
yeah. |
«;Rough enough to break New York from Long Island»; |
→ My Melody |
Yeah it’s the God baby. |
Long Island’s own. |
barbarian of the microphone. |
«;Rough enough to break New York from Long Island»; |
→ My Melody |
It’s for y’all niggaz |
And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca |
Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar |
Compete witcha livelihood to eat better |
And ain’t nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wetta |
With a torn smile, tryin to get my song on file |
It’s on now, the whole town done gone wild |
Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child |
Then developed a strong style on Long Isle |
Won’t be long now, I started rhymin young |
I designed for fun, knowin my time would come |
I started, payin dues DJin with crews |
Learnin the inner city rules, conveyin the news |
Soon as the jam start the man’s art’ll jam parks |
Slam so hard it remains a landmark |
The rhyme that I’m stylin, smooth as a violin |
but «;Rough enough to break New York from Long Island»; |
→ My Melody |
Like any G.O.D., loose on a spree for new degrees |
Things to do and see until nuttin is new to me |
A true MC usually be into a breeze |
And I can still see New York City through the trees |
My advance slams put you outside lookin in |
or the other way around, that depends, look again |
Took a pen so you could zero in on my book of gems |
It extends from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn |
Through every hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down |
til every DJ around, wanted to put me down |
Rhymes got rougher til I was ready to blast off |
and harass all from Suffolk County to Nassau |
where we keep the money pilin, keep the honies smilin |
Keep the heater just in case kids start whylin |
The rhyme that I’m stylin, smooth as a violin |
«;Rough enough to break New York from Long Island»; |
→ My Melody |
Grew up in Wyndanch, formerly known as Crime-Danch |
Me and my mans we travel lands to find jams |
where violence usually ends in sirens |
By all means, we all fiend for finance |
We make cash on the street called straight path |
We take class, build with the Gods with great math |
Everyday true to the street, and never fronted |
Along the way, learned from the best that ever done it |