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I'm the Alpha with no Omega
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Beginning without the end so play the
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eye inside no extended version
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Next episode be smooth as a Persian
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Rhyme everlastin there'll be no part two
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Knowledge is infinite once I start to draw
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a better picture for your third eye if you're blind
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You know with a mic I'm a black Michaelangelo
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I'm the brother who ideas are colorful
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Givin em insight but givin em trouble to
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comprehend cause they thoughts won't blend in
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They're pretendin, while I'm extendin
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You bite like a parasite, ? you attacks
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But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match
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You need more light cause yours got dim
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Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
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What's the matter G, check your battery
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Go get charged up, then come battle me
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You try hard and Die Hard, you ain't Eveready
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When they check the pulse, you'll be +Dead+ as +Freddie+
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Sharper spears for new ideas
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Check your engine and ask your engineers
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to equalize, try to disguise it
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If that don't work yo, then monosize it
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You need more power, better bring Battlecat
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But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack
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Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
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("Bring it to me!")
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We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the workin
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Then I'ma leave you behind the Iron Curtain
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and you'll remain backstage
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Your book is over, I ripped your last page
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Changed the endin, at least you went out rappin
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Now I'ma tell em what happened
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I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up
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It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up
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Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
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He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
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Now scrape him off the floor and off my list
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I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist
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Sprayed up, he said he was gonna do what?
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Played up, MC Grand but Pooh-Butt
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Stole his lady, and drove her crazy
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You asked me why - cause her man tried to play me
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I sent her back a nervous wreck
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and tried to put her back in check
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My speciality is masterin the female species
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I specialize in her, until she sees
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where I come from, and why I came
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I tame the train til she manifest my name
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Fill her with life until she burst with energy
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Then leave her restless, cause a lot of women be
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tryin to drain us, and leave us stripped dry
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Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly
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I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth
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and tell you what life is worth
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It ain't rings and things that's materialistic
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You wanna pip on, imperialist with
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food for thought, cause I'm the shelter
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I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
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not to be hot to trot by a haunt
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And why do y'all got to flaunt?
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("You gotta use what you got
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to get what you want")
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Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat
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Hug your neck like a fat gold rope
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Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm ya ears
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like mink earmuffs
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So Eric show em how fast your hand'sll go
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so the people in the stands'll know
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that you don't scratch your cuts in the grave
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Moves in waves to my rhyme displays
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Float, evoke, my tempo jets
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Expressions express when you kick steps
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Keep em, energetic, so let it
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pound in your head til what I said is embedded
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Don't forget it's copastetic, set it
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Anywhere you want your poetry's pathetic
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You gets.. no.. credit.. til you get it straight
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Let's motivate
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No intermissions cause it ain't commercial
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If you wanna break then I'll reimburse you
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I won't let go so my mic won't drop, cause
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("I can't.. stop!")
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Vocabs is endless, vocals exist
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Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this
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Especially when I start to say the
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rhymes with no omega
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No omega
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No omega
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!") *scratched*
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!") *scratched*
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!")
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("I can't.. stop!") *fades*
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No Omega
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Eric B. & Rakim |