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 be , 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

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 be 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...

Writer : ERIC B., RAKIM
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group