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