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Eric B Is President Lyrics - Singles - Rakim

I came in the door, I said it before 

I never let the mic magnetize 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 

The rhyme will be kicking until I hit my last note 

My mind remains refined, all kind 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 be 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 

Say indeed and I'll proceed cause my man made a mix 

If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix 

His fingertips sew a rhyme until there's no rhymes left 

I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death 

But he's kicking it cause 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 or the same old rhyme 

Cause I'm better than 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 have 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 with my feet up 

You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy 

Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me 

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