Strong Island Lyrics - The Master - Rakim

One two 

Yeah uhh yeah 

Yeah it's the God baby 

Long Island's own 

Barbarian of the microphone 

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 

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 

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