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