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Verse One:
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Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium
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Seen a all world covered girl I said "Hey lady I'm
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Sorry if You're in a rush Don't let me hold ya up
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Or interveen or interrupt but. . .
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You got the look I wanna get to know ya better
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I had to let her know but yo I didn't sweat her
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'Cause if you woulda seen what I was seein'
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Almost looked Korean but European.
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When she spoke her accent was self-explanatory -
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Even her body language told the story
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Her name was Mahogony - twin's name was Ebony
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I said "My name is Ra - and this is Eric B"
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Since the music was loud, I said "let's take a walk,
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So we could talk and see New York.
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Show time doesn't start until one o'clock
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And once I entered your mind I wouldn't wanna stop
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Caressin' ya thoughts till we was thinkin' the same
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Calm ya nerves, massage ya brain
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Each mic is a mineral, poetry's protein
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Verse is a vitamin - Affects like Codine
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So tell me how you feel and I'll reveal
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A pill that'll heal ya pain - 'cause I'm real
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She musta OD'd 'cause she couldn't resist
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She spoke slowly when she told me this, she said
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Chorus:
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Over Me, She's goin' crazy
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She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
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She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G
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Tell me I ain't finesse Mahogony . . .
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Verse Two:
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So I prescribed her, something to revive
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And surprise her, she's liver and much more wiser
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Than the light I shine when my brain cells spark,
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Come to me so we can glow in the dark
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And soon, you can represent the moon
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As long as I keep ya in tune
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I'll tell ya who ya are and why ya here
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Take it in stride 'cause it might take a year
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It's funny - how time flies when ya havin' fun
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We got close and it was almost one
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She kissed me slow, but you know how far a kiss can go
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F*ck around and miss the show
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So I told her to hold that thought real tight
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We can finish where we left off later on tonite
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Back to the scene of the crime on time
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As they introduced the 'Fiend of the Rhyme'
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She stood with a birds-eye view of me
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Thinkin' of later on of what she would do to me
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The back of the room I could see her eyes gloom
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Patient, but hopin' that the show was over soon
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As the place was ripped in half, she made her way to the front row
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So I said "let's go"
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I packed my mic as they screamed for an encore
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The speakers were blown, plus my mic was sore
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Besides I got places to go, ladies to see
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And she could tell me how crazy she was over me
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We drove off - she said she liked the way that I performed
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And couldn't wait to get 'soft and warm', I said,
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"I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
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Looks I received made it hard to MC
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I can take a hint, so I knew that she
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Wanted my "Agony Agony Ag-on-y" in her bod-y
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Showed her some sights, then I took her to the Condo
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She was pipin' hot, but I kept my calm So
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She asked how come I don't smile
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I said, "Everything's fine, but I'm in a New York state of mind!"
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As we reached the kingdom, she said bring some
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Champagne, she'll entertain then sing some
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Sentimental, songs real gentle,
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It hit the spot and you know where it went to
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As we embraced I felt her heart pumpin'
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I knew she was in the mood for somethin'
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So I laid on my back and relaxed
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It wasn't the Perignon that made her collaspe
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Over me
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Chorus
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Mahogany
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Eric B. & Rakim |