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pants. Eric B on the blades, bleedin' to death, call the ambulance. Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze. A magnum as a microphone murderin' MC's. Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote
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. To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain. *** the mic like I'm on Soul Train. But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this. Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss. Eric B. break the
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'cuz, man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of. Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of. Fish, which is my favorite dish. But without no money it's still a wish 'Cuz I don't like to dream
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prepare. To catch another sucka duck MC out there. Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe. And after this you'll call me, "Your majesty", my melody Yes my melody. Eric B Marley Marl synthesized
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B is on the cut For those that know me, indeed I like to flow. Especially when the music's going slow. It gives me a chance to let everybody know. It's time to bust out the Rakim show. I'm the
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. I don't even have to say my name. 'Cause when the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame Masses of posses packed up schemin'. Ladies lovely and keep on screamin'. Go Rakim, go Rakim, go. It won't
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inclined when the mic is held tight. Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin'. MC's are knowin' that's why they're goin' Home to tell a friend when the party ends. Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother
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thoughts to guide, forty-eight tracks to slide. The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim, spread the word, 'cause I'm in. E F F E C T, a smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem, I gotta
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thoughts to guide, forty-eight tracks to slide. The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim, spread the word, 'cause I'm in. E F F E C T, a smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem, I gotta
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your pocket for later. Cause I'm moving the crowd and b a record fader. No interruptions and the mic is broke. When I'm gone, then you can joke. Cause everything is real on a serious tip. Keep
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Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga. Sheeeit, man what the, lemme talk to the mo'fucca. How hard we really mo'fuccin is in this biaaaatch, nah'm sayin?. * nigga, sheit man, ole punk
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Whoever underestimated, still waited. Pumping the radio, finally they played it. You wondered how come the album was late. I was giving you time to get the last one straight. The show must go on,
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No competition. No competition Competition is none, I remain at the top like the sun. And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture. I caught ya, you shoulda brought ya, neighborhood to suppor
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Whoever underestimated, still waited. Pumping the radio, finally they played it. You wondered how come the album was late. I was giving you time to get the last one straight. The show must go on,
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It's not your situation. I just need contemplation over you. Over you I'm not so systematic. It's just that I'm an addict for your love yeah I'm not the only one that holds ya. I never ever should
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It's to the listeners. It's to the listeners. It's to the listeners. It's to the listeners It's to the listener. It's to the listener. It's to the listener. It's to the listener It's to the list
