I'm Back

[Rakim:]Yeah, with no further adieuYou know who it isUh, ghettos across the worldYo this is what they wantNew York City, it's what they needEast Coast to West Coast, it's what it isAcross seas, worldwide baby[Verse 1: Rakim]Aiyyo we stuck in a time of drought, nothin to rhyme to aboutGhetto of crime on the grind, pull an iron outIndustry cryin out, major labels buyin outWho put the fire out? Real Hip Hop is dyin outSound like the perfect time for Ra to set off the new beginninLet me finish where Nas left offI went to L.A. to get with Dre, we tried to bridge the gap andTake night, mix it with day, I guess it wasn't meant to happenMy move, a lotta dudes hope I lose but it's cool babyI'm like Ray, I make it "Do what it do" babyBounce like medallions till it's off the chainAnd I remain up in the lab till it's engulfed in flamesJust call me "Too Hot", the same old hood look like a new spotA new block, like Times Square and Forty Doo WopWithout the gun on my Hip, I bring the new HopFor Scott LaRock, Freaky Ty, L Eye, Biggie Smalls and Tupac[Hook: Lil' Fame]So where my goons at? - Stand up! We right here!Where my thugs at? - Stand up! We right here!And all the OGs - Stand up! We right here!Bounce for yourself homie, make yourself be heardBut you don't have to dance, play it cool and listenCause you know what this is, we give 'em the businessYour crew is number 1 if not best and betterHere's a hit, The 18th Letter[Verse 2: Rakim]This is hell and hell is where the storm is, drugs sellers killed for cornetsDeath is here to haunt us, the president's still in officeThe heavens hear the horrors, and let us feel what war isDeadly weather spill before us, to sever seals upon usRakim up here begin to fear the end is here, your gonersStiff as Rigarmortis, now let 'em feel the chorusThe God spit, I'm still here y'all, stick for real performanceRecord deals and tourin, my rep is still enormousI hit the block or party and mommies be watching pappyThe show get smashed, photographed by the paparazziMy army's on it highly, don't bring no drama by meIt's deadly, period, point-blank slash kamikazeThe alpha and omega, no doubt an innovatorIn front of your bodega it's the style originatorYou doubters and you haters, Ra bout to end your dataWith writer's block, I'm off the top without the pen, no paperThe archaeologist let y'all acknowledge itThen I start the apocalypse, then watch the god demolish itI heard the news, there's a dude they wanna hear fromTake it from square one, lace up them air onesThen bring the new commandments to the planetsFor livin life in the hood and for the music fanaticsIt's for dimes and dons and for my love of writing songsWhen the club mic is on I'm on my justice cipher, hold back[Hook: Lil' Fame]So where my goons at? - Stand up! We right here!Where my thugs at? - Stand up! We right here!And all the OGs - Stand up! We right here!Bounce for yourself homie, make yourself be heardBut you don't have to dance, play it cool and listenCause you know what this is, we give 'em the businessYour crew is number 1 if not best and betterHere's a hit, The 18th Letter