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
  
   Funky...