I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But itÂ’s biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I canÂ’t hold it back, IÂ’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 mindÂ’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, IÂ’ll just bless one
And you know that IÂ’m the soloist
So eric b, make Â’em clap to this

I donÂ’t bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in Â’86, itÂ’s time to build
Eric b easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
Cuz to me, mc means move the crowd
I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect whatÂ’s coming next from the flex of the wrist
Saying indeed that I precede cuz my man made a mix
If he bleed he wonÂ’t need no band-aid to fix
If they can get some around until thereÂ’s no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut will make Â’em bleed to death
But heÂ’s kicking it because it ainÂ’t no half stepping
The party is live, the rhyme canÂ’t be kept in-
Side, it needs erupting just like a volcano
It ainÂ’t the everyday style of the same old rhyme
Because IÂ’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,
DonÂ’t get excited, youÂ’ve been invited to a quiet storm
But now itÂ’s out of hand cuz 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 IÂ’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
IÂ’m scheming like IÂ’m dreaming on a couch wit my feet up
You scream IÂ’m lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

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