Strong Island

[Rakim] One two..

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 {*

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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 {*

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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

Bein exposed to life's highs and lows

Got my flows ready for shows,

I'm ready for the pros

I put it on a tape and then the city

I tested Then on the radio the

R's requested

Now the whole world's whylin, all the girls smilin

You know, it's on, soon as they let the crowd in

The rhyme that

I'm stylin, smooth as a violin "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island" ->

My Melody

Word up..

I wanna give a big up to

Long Island.. stompin grounds.. f'real {*

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Crime-Danch.. one love baby.. word up.. {*

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I wanna give a crazy shout out to all the

DJ's back in the day who used to let me smoke they microphones, yaknahmean?

Big up to

DJ Maniac,

DJ Teddy Tuff, and

DJ Cool Breeze {*

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Word up {*

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