| 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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| 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause you told me you hate me 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 You scream I’m lazy, you must be crazy
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| Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me Funky… |