Eric B Is President Testo

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Testo Eric B Is President

I came in the door, i said it beforeI never let the mic magnatize me no moreBut it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhymeI can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line,Taking off my coat, clearing my throatMy rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last noteMy mind'll range to find all kinds of ideasSelf-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to buildBut still say a rhyme after the next onePrepared, never scared, I'll just bless oneAnd you know that I'm the soloistSo Eric B, make 'em clap to thisI don't bug out or chill or be acting illNo tricks in '86, it's time to buildEric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowedCuz to me, MC means move the crowdI made it easy to dance to thisBut can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wristSaying indeed that I precede cuz my man made a mixIf he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fixIf they can get some around until there's no rhymes leftI hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to deathBut he's kicking it because it ain't no half steppingThe party is live, the rhyme can't be kept in-Side, it needs erupting just like a volcanoIt ain't the everyday style of the same old rhymeBecause I'm better then the rest of themEric B is on the cut and my name is RakimGo get a girl and get soft and warm,Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet stormBut now it's out of hand cuz you told me you hate meAnd then you ask what have I done latelyFirst you said all you want is love and affectionLet me be your angel and I'll be your protectionTake you out, buy you all kinds of thingsI must of got you too hot and burned off your wingsYou caught an attitude, you need food to eat upI'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch wit my feet upYou scream I'm lazy, you must be crazyThought I was a donut, you tried to glaze meFunky...