Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric B.
Eric B.
Vocals
Rakim
Rakim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Barrier
Eric Barrier
Songwriter
William Griffin
William Griffin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Peter Adams
Patrick Peter Adams
Engineer
Elai Tubo
Elai Tubo
Engineer
Eric Barrier
Eric Barrier
Producer
Robert Hill
Robert Hill
Executive Producer

Lyrics

I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke When I'm gone, I wrote this song 'cuz I won't let Nobody press up and mess up, to seen, I set I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn But think about it then you'll understand I'm just a addict, addicted to music Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm I hook a beat up, convert it in a hip-hop form Write a rhyme in graffiti, in every show you see me In deep concentration 'cuz I'm no comedian Jokers are wild, if you wanna be tame I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named Another enemy, not even a friend of me 'Cuz you'll get fried in the end then you pretend to be Competing, 'cuz I just put your mind on pause And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yours I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stun Remember me, the one you got your idea from But soon you start to suffer but you only get rougher When you start to stutter that's when you had enough of Biting it, I make you choke, you can't provoke You can't cope, you should have broke, 'cuz I ain't no joke I got a question, it's serious as cancer Who can keep the average dancer? Hyper as a heart attack, nobody smilin' 'Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm stylin' This is what we all sit down to write You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits Get the style down pat, then it's time to swit Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours Then you figure, you're ready for the neighborhood chores The E M C E E, don't even try to be When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me So when you see me come up, freeze Or you'll be one of those seven MC's They think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew that They who think wrong are they who can't do that Style that I'm doin', they might ruin Patterns of paragraphs based on you and Your offbeat DJ, if anything he play Sound familiar, I'll wait till E say Play 'em, so I'ma have to dis and broke You could get a smack for this, I ain't no joke I hold the microphone like a grudge B'll hold the record so the needle don't budge I hold a conversation 'cuz when I invent I nominated my DJ the president When I'm, see I'll, people freestyle, goin' steadily So pucker up and whistle my melody But whatever you do, don't miss one They'll be another rough rhyme after this one Before you know it, you're followin' and fiendin' Waiting for the punchline to get the meanin' Like before, the morale of my story, I'm tellin' Nobody beats the R so stop yellin' Save it, put it in your pocket for later 'Cuz I'm moving the crowd and be a record fader No interruptions and the mic is broke When I'm gone, then you can joke 'Cuz everything is real on a serious tip Keep playin' and I varies it quick And take you for a walk through hell Feed your dome then watch your eyeballs swell Guide you out of triple stage darkness When it get dark again then I'ma spark this microphone 'Cuz the heat is on, you see smoke And I'm finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke
Writer(s): William Griffin, Eric Barrier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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