Lyric Eric B Is President

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 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 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 what s coming next from the flex of the wrist
Saying indeed that I precede cuz 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 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 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 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...