Eric B Is President Lyrics

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

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