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Eric B Rakim

tight Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin' MC's are knowin' that's why they're goin' Home to tell a friend when the party ends Yo, man you know Rakim

It's not your situation I just need contemplation over you Over you I'm not so systematic It's just that I'm an addict for your love yeah I'm not the

Me and the rap's laid back Nonchalant and relaxed in the track Put together well, so it ain't hard to tell Easy to recognize, so my records'll sell On

, to the rescue? Comp Ripping up comp, I step and then stomp A spark scam'll skin the land like it's a Timberland Prepare the stage for Rakim to stand

Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium Seen a all-world covered girl, I said 'Hey lady I'm Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up Or interveen

up to me, my DJ is mixing Everyone is moving or eager to listen Your hands in the air, your mouth, shut 'Cause I'm on the mike and Eric B is on the cut

another sucka duck MC out there Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe And after this you'll call me, "Your majesty", my melody Yes my melody Eric B Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it Eric B

attacks But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match You need more light cause yours got dim Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim What's the matter

mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye Rhymes are blurred, then it occurred that you heard I Reduced the friction with crucifixion, let loose the mix then Boost the piston, Eric