Lyrics:

I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But its biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I cant hold it back, Im looking for the line,
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
My rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note
My mindll 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, Ill just bless one
And you know that Im the soloist
So eric b, make em clap to this

I dont bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in 86, its 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 whats coming next from the flex of the wrist
Saying indeed that I precede cuz my man made a mix
If he bleed he wont need no band-aid to fix
If they can get some around until theres no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut will make em bleed to death
But hes kicking it because it aint no half stepping
The party is live, the rhyme cant be kept in-
Side, it needs erupting just like a volcano
It aint the everyday style of the same old rhyme
Because Im 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,
Dont get excited, youve been invited to a quiet storm
But now its 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 Ill 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
Im scheming like Im dreaming on a couch wit my feet up
You scream Im lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Funky...