I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn
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Hello, good looking, is this seat tooken
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On the A-train, picking at her brain
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I couldn't get her number, I couldn't get her name
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I said I still like your style of fashion
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But I hate your hostile, 'itty attitude wit a passion
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Is it because brothers like to hawk alot
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Is it because your sign don't talk alot
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She turned away, no play, I said ok
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You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day
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Sat back, relaxed though the ride was tight
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I was thinking of the rhymes I wrote last night
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Next stop was mine, a familar scene
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I was meeting my friend, killer Ben in Ft Green
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Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel
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If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel
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See i don't bend and I won't rust
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And I don't break and I won't bust
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Stomped up the street and did I hear a treat?
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Hard high heels tappin' on the concrete
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I took a peek, it was the girl from the train behind me
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Did she live in the area, was she trying to find me?
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Hm, I didn't wanna play myself out
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I played it off, stopped and I bought a Guiness Stout
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Now was she shy, she didn't walk by
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She came in the store then she even said hi
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Curiosity- at a high velocity
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Maybe possibly she had the hots for me
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i said if we're playing games then we're gonna play mine
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I'm a lay the rules 'cause it ain't much time
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If you hide your feelings, and they hard to find,
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I wanna know what's on your mind
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CHORUS
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About a week went by and I called her, "Hello"
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I said yo, can I speak to, um, she said no
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Hey yo, I know I didn't call, I didn't wanna stress you
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Go out my way to impress you, press to undress you
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See I wanna get to know you so I can show you
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What a strong relationship can grow to
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But you gotta trust me and you're gonna love me
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Squeeze the phone and hug me, use your mind to rub me
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Now how does it feel when my mental, massage ya temple
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Telephone's hot from the vibes that I sent you
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Now tell me your inner thoughts and deepest emotions
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Next you see ectacy's explosions
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Now I'm coming to see you to spend some time
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I'm a romantic warrior but is it a crime
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And if you hide your feelings and they hard to find...
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I wanna know what's on your mind
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I wanna know what's on your mind
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Now it's been months and it's smooth and lovely
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I'm in your head so you'll be thinking of me
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So we met in Queens and went to Valley Streams
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And, uh, couldn't remember the movie we just seen
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But it's Wednesday, take the train uptown
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How do the 125th street sound
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Amateur night, Showtime at the Apollo
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Probably be watching Bill Cosby tomorrow
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Then after that get into it, I mean intimate
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Every word is an instrument
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Making sounds and tones and songs and moans
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My lips so close to your ear, it's like headphones
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You smile, you said you never know what the day will bring
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It's always a new song to sing
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The next day I went back to the her rest
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Knocked on the door, intentions: finesse
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She let me in and had nothing but a neglige on
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Smelling like Liz Claiborne
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I sat down and got comfortable and watched the Huxtables
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She sat next to me and said what's up wit you
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I got the feeling for sexual healing
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A mental healing ; how you feeling
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She caught the effect and said she feel the same
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Could you massage my intellect and stop the pain
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Desire's yearning, the fire's burning
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You hot 'cause it's alot you're learning
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Now I'm ready to explore you inner world
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It's take a long time cuz I'm just beginning, girl...
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Take it easy, cut off the TV
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Cut off the lights, use your mind to see me,
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Use your physical form if I'm hard to find
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'Cause now I know what's on your mind...
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'Cause now I know what's on your mind...
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What's On Your Mind
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Eric B. & Rakim |