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 {*DJ cuts and scratches "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"*} 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 M" /> Lirik Lagu Rakim - Strong Island

Strong Island

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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



{*DJ cuts and scratches "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"*}



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 M