Finest Ones Rakim (Ft. Clark Kent)

[Produced by Clark Kent]

[Intro: Clark Kent]
Where the ladies at?
(Clarkworld, baby)
Uh-huh
It's the R, baby, it's the God, baby
It's the R, baby, it's the God, baby
It's the R, baby, it's the God, baby
It's the R, baby, it's the God, baby

[Verse 1: Rakim]
I got rhymes I love to bust, looking for a club to rush
It's like thugs will rush the illustrious
We all love to touch the voluptuous
It's a must that we lust, plus we love to crush
Women pose, from Timberland's to feminine clothes
Check there portfolios and put 'em in centerfolds
Pen explode, draw crowds respond with yells
I stay calm as hell surrounded by bombshells
Careful as I get near 'em, stand near and compare 'em
Or all girl harem, I'm the man with the serum
Assets, probably dressed but still bear 'em
It seem like they wear 'em, just for me to tear 'em
In quakes, I see more things shake then spring break
It's like a dream state, perfect shape same date
You got a lot to give and look how hot it is
You so provocative and it's your prerogative
Baby, bounce