Cold Feeling Lyrics - Singles - Rakim

[Intro: Rakim] 

Yeah (allowed it) 

Guess who (Raahaaaah) 

Uhh, Ayatollah (allowed it) 

From the song (Raaah) 

[Verse 1: Rakim] 

Let the games begin, it's nothing but pain for them 

I - don't - play - I - win 

I got plain again that's why I came again 

It's the R-A-K-I-M 

Come through in a by, lean low like I'm doin a crime 

Empty ya nines and bend in the dime 

Thoughts hard to find that's why I got 'em losin they mind 

I'm bettin rhymes, til the end of times 

Shame on some, can't wait til the fame is done 

You can curse if you pray for the day to come 

Stay with the gun, stay in the slum, stay number 1 

To the day the earth drift away from the sun 

I meditate and let the ancient spirits speak through the pen 

So every word I display a true or a gem, or holdin the grim 

Still shootin two in ya men 

If you think the world's greatest can't do it again 

[Chorus](4x) 

There's a cold, cold feeling in my heart 

[Verse 2: Rakim] 

Yo, in the life for thuggin, we like to get high from puffin 

Forty-five is bustin, like live percussion 

Will them thighs be bobbin 

That's why we try to stay alive in hustlin 

But some of us die for nothing 

Try to clock on the block, that's horn it with boats on it 

With Ghetto Legends to America's Most Wanted 

Lost souls in the crossroads of sidewalk 

Life is soft when you live and die in New York 

You've been wrong before 

You'll be missin til your picture's on the wall 

On the side of a corner store 

Either flowin on tour, or goin to war 

I was born to ball what the fuck is wrong wit y'all 

I wrote the scripture 

My lyrics just spoken with a flow 

There's no vision whole hit in the motion picture 

Watchin the style you see +Apocalypse Now+ 

And you can feel what I feel when I'm rockin the crowd 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Rakim] 

From beyond the stars, it's the fiend Rah 

With a God's spoon to bomb my 16 bars 

So when they aks why you grievin huh 

Doin my shit ain't bizar 

Tell 'em you just seen God 

Broads is panick cause Black Jesus is track divas 

And packin fiend it's just like heaters, causin panick 

Although I'm organic, my rap reaches to where the track 

Devious speakers Ra's off the planet 

Focus and click I'm unseen so you hope it's a glimpse 

Foto reflexes of Total Eclipse 

I put the world in a state of a let-up 

The way I'm puttin in work 

Yo, stay out the way or get hurt 

As I mastercrash that allow me to stash the cash 

This is the shit, they don't have to blast 

So grab your glass, and your grass, and your hash 

Cause this is just the beginning of the Aftermath 

[Chorus] 

No doubt 

Word 

Thug Baby 

New York City