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Double oh seven is back.. Double oh seven is back.. Double oh seven is back.. [Rakim] I don't stress my day cause it's best to parlay I guess you could say I've been away I wake up slow when I'm hot but I destruct the plant and fourteen hands comb New York for fans They make waves as they wiggle in my waterbed Pull back the leather covers and silk bedspread A mornin massage turnin into a real rough rubdown so I figured I'll lay around They keep me wet with a juice called Tahiti It make the room steamy, so soon they couldn't see me They know more than calisthetics as they worked up a sweat It wasn't even ten o'clock yet Scrub down, then I get moist, they never treat me mean They sweetly keep me squeaky clean I chill as they filled the jacuzzi I said, "I'm tight from a real long flight, could you soothe me Support my thoughts, cause I got a lot of writing to do" They said, "Cool," and just enjoyed the view It ain't hard cause it's miles from the sidewalk I'm overlookin every borough in New York The entire, Empire, State to concentrate for every rhyme I make So at exactly noon they played my favorite tune And just before they all cleared the room they said, "We're glad you're home from tour, now we feel secure We wish you didn't have to leave no more" But they wanna go to war, they even tried to shoot up the door Double oh seven is back.. Rest assured Double oh seven is back.. Feel secure Double oh seven is back.. I'm fillin up the page when I'm steppin on stage Got the people in a rage with they hands in the air Fellas sayin HOE, everybody yellin GO Fly ladies in the house all screamin "awww yeah" That's how they react when I attack the mic In fact it's like a stack of dynamite, powerful and bright Girls love to squeeze me real tight Double oh seven is back.. Ra has returned, to romance em, better than Johnny Handsome When I was young, women said, "Damn son" Ain't nuthin change but the year and I'm still here C'mere dear and let me whisper in your ear Hug my words so I can taste your lips I set up hips like domino chips but I don't let em hit the floor And if you got sore, then feel secure Where's the pain, is it the spot you set us in Almost magic, better than medicine Take one of these and put your mind at ease I get more work than a lot of M.D.'s If I'm hawkin New York, or out on tour I express the raw dialect and explore But don't get fooled by metaphor Double oh seven is back Rest assured Feel secure Rest assured Rest assured Yo, feel secure |
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What's going on?
What's happening it's been so long what's going on And what's going wrong? The good old days are gone You forgot your plot and your plans as a young man You invented a scam even you don't understand You rig the enigma can't figure it out You change the route now you're in doubt You use to cut class smoked grass still passed Figured you was all that but that ain't last; The times is harder, the drugs is heavier You say whatever, the more, the merrier; Smoke chokes your dreams and blurs your scenes, Now a young man fiend change his plan to schemes; No more good times, no more time, Too far to find, you're almost blind, You can't see what spot that the trap is in (Hey bra!)What's happening! You had it mapped out, your plans get torn, You stayed up for days and now your dreams are gone You said you quit, stated your word is bond (Hey bro) what's going on? What's going on? My neighborhood don't look so good I'll find a way out.. yeah, I would if I could, But the government is doing a project so I live in the projects; Where we fight for elbow room to the doom, Try to live long but you die too soon, I might not be alive to see 25, Taught at ten to make money and strive; I sold tapes at school and made some ends Met a lot of skins and even made some friends, Cool, 'cause now I got a crew to run wit, Break a couple of rules, have crazy fun wit; But every now and then, they give my knuckle game a test, But I won't fess, I just get rid of the stress! And then shake hands like a man, 'Cause it's a family thing, only the crew would understand! But you had a one on one fight wit drugs, When we ain't cool no more, we buss slugs, Clip after clip, until one of us is gone (Hey bra!) what's going on? Yo, what's going on? The crime rate in New York State elevate, A city filled wit hate, more deaths accumulate, Drug wars daily, a lot of blood spilt, Kids on the playground shot down and kilt! Nobody wants to live on the 1st floor no more 'Cause stray bullets explore! We're killing ourselves off slowly but surely, And at the end of the year, I'm sure many more'll be Rubbed out in a quest for clout The rest'll be drugged out, this is bugged out! Half of the projects is dead or locked up, Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up. Human abortion create distortions And that's just a portion, you know that we're lost when Babies are addicted to drugs when they are born! (Hey bra!) what's going on? (Hey bra!) what's going on? (Hey bra!) what's going on? |
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Don't sweat the Technique(2x) Let's trace the hints and check the file Let see who bit to detect the style I flip the script so they can't get foul. At least not now, it'll take a while I change the pace to complete the beat I drop the bass,'till mc's get weak. For every word they trace, it's a scar they keep... 'Cause when I speak, they freak To sweat the technique I made my debut in '86 Wit a melody and a president's mix And now I stay on target and refuse to miss And I still make hits wit' beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps My underground sound vibrates the streets MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps When they sweat the technique Don't Sweat the Technique They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but Researchers never found all the pieces yet Scientists try to solve the context Philosophers are wondering what's next Pieces are took to last who observe them They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them My ideas are only for the audience's ears For my opponents, it might take years Pencils and pens, are swords Letters put together form a key to chords I'm also a sculpture, born with structure Because of my culture, I'm a rip and destruct the Difficult styles that'll be for the technology Complete sights and new heights after I get deep You don't have to speak just seek And peep the technique But don't sweat the technique I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap Then I get deep and the weak then complete their Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete They never grow old techniques become antiques Better then something brand new 'cause it's radiant And the wild style'll have much more volume Classical too intelligent to be radical Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical Here's some soothing souvenirs for all the years They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas It's cool when you freak to the beat But don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique (2x) |
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