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I came in the door i said it before
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I never let the mic magnatize me no more
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But it's biting me fighting me inviting me to rhyme
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I can't hold it back I'm looking for the line
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Taking off my coat clearing my throat
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My rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note
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My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas
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Self esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
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But still say a rhyme after the next one
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Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
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And you know that I'm the soloist
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So Eric B, make 'em clap to this
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I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
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No tricks in '86, it's time to build
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Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
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Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd
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I made it easy to dance to this
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But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist
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Saying indeed that I precede cuz my man made a mix
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If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
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If they can get some around until there's no rhymes left
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I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death
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But he's kicking it because it ain't no half stepping
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The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept in-
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Side, it needs erupting just like a volcano
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It ain't the everyday style of the same old rhyme
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Because I'm better then the rest of them
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Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim
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Go get a girl and get soft and warm,
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Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
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But now it's out of hand cuz you told me you hate me
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And then you ask what have I done lately
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First you said all you want is love and affection
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Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
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Take you out, buy you all kinds of things
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I must of got you too hot and burned off your wings
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You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
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I'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch wit my feet up
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You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
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Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me
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Funky...
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Eric B Is President
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| Eric B. & Rakim |
