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