Eric B is President

I came in the door, i said it before<br>I never let the mic magnatize me no more<br>But it`s biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme<br>I can`t hold it back, I`m looking for the line,<br>Taking off my coat, clearing my throat<br>My rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note<br>My mind`ll range to find all kinds of ideas<br>Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build<br>But still say a rhyme after the next one<br>Prepared, never scared, I`ll just bless one<br>And you know that I`m the soloist<br>So Eric B, make `em clap to this<br><br>I don`t bug out or chill or be acting ill<br>No tricks in `86, it`s time to build<br>Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed<br>Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd<br>I made it easy to dance to this<br>But can you detect what`s coming next from the flex of the wrist<br>Saying indeed that I precede cuz my man made a mix<br>If he bleed he won`t need no band-aid to fix<br>If they can get some around until there`s no rhymes left<br>I hurry up because the cut will make `em bleed to death<br>But he`s kicking it because it ain`t no half stepping<br>The party is live, the rhyme can`t be kept in-<br>Side, it needs erupting just like a volcano<br>It ain`t the everyday style of the same old rhyme<br>Because I`m better then the rest of them<br>Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim<br><br>Go get a girl and get soft and warm,<br>Don`t get excited, you`ve been invited to a quiet storm<br>But now it`s out of hand cuz you told me you hate me<br>And then you ask what have I done lately<br>First you said all you want is love and affection<br>Let me be your angel and I`ll be your protection<br>Take you out, buy you all kinds of things<br>I must of got you too hot and burned off your wings<br>You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up<br>I`m scheming like I`m dreaming on a couch wit my feet up<br>You scream I`m lazy, you must be crazy<br>Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me<br><br>Funky...