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
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
Casualties of war Casualties of war, as I approach the barricade Where's the enemy? Who do I invade? Bullets of teflon, bulletproof vest rip Tear ya
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
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 Make 'em
Me and the rap's laid back Nonchalant and relaxed in the track Put together well, so it ain't hard to tell Easy to recognize, so my records'll sell On
Sip the juice 'cause I got enough to go around And the thought takes place uptown I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk And then taught
, to the rescue? Comp Ripping up comp, I step and then stomp A spark scam'll skin the land like it's a Timberland Prepare the stage for Rakim to stand
results I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts Mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation Novicane ease the pain it might save him If not, Eric B
Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium Seen a all-world covered girl, I said 'Hey lady I'm Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up Or interveen
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing, everything is written in the cold So it can coincide, my thoughts to guide, forty-eight tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
up to me, my DJ is mixing Everyone is moving or eager to listen Your hands in the air, your mouth, shut 'Cause I'm on the mike and Eric B is on the cut
How could I keep my composure When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure? Release, then veins in the brains increase When I let off, make a wish and
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 it, I memorize it Eric B
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
attacks But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match You need more light cause yours got dim Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim What's the matter
it sets and then Rewind the cassettes and I?ma play it again But this time it?s instrumental at a faster tempo All I wanna hear is yea rakim, go I work
mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye Rhymes are blurred, then it occurred that you heard I Reduced the friction with crucifixion, let loose the mix then Boost the piston, Eric