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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric B. & Rakim
Eric B. & Rakim
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Griffin
William Griffin
Composer
Eric Barrier
Eric Barrier
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric B. & Rakim
Eric B. & Rakim
Producer
Eric Barrier
Eric Barrier
Producer

Lyrics

I'm the Alpha, wit' no Omega Beginnin' without the, end so play the Ironside, no extended version Next episode be smooth as a Persian Rhymes everlastin', there'll be no part two Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw A better picture for your third eye, if you're blind You know wit' a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo I'm the brother who ideas are colorful Givin' 'em insight, but givin' 'em trouble too Comprehend 'cause they thoughts won't blend in They're pretendin', while I'm extendin' You bite like a parasite, static when you attach 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 G, check your battery Go get charged up, then come battle me You try hard and Die Hard, you ain't Eveready When they check ya pulse, you'll be dead as Freddy Shop at Sears for new ideas Check ya engine and ask your engineers To equalize it, try to disguise it If that don't work, yo, then Midasize it You need more power, better bring Battlecat But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin' jack Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley (Bring it to me!) We can go rhyme for rhyme 'til the mic stop workin' Then I'mma leave you behind the Iron Curtain And you'll remain backstage Your book is over, I ripped your last page Changed the endin', at least you went out rappin' Now I'mma tell 'em what happened I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up Pass the mic, let him try to get paid He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade Now scrape him off the floor and off my list I ain't a soloist, I'm a arsonist Sprayed 'em, he said he was gonna do what? Played 'em, MC Grand Pooh-Butt Stole his lady, and drove her crazy You asked me why, 'cause her man tried to play me I sent her back a nervous wreck And tried to put her back in check My speciality is masterin' the female species I specialize in her, until she sees Where I come from, and why I came I tame the train, 'til she manifest my name Fill her with life until she burst wit' energy Then leave her restless, 'cause a lot of women be Tryin' to drain us, and leave us stripped dry Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth And tell you what life is worth It ain't rings and things, that's materialistic You wanna pip on, imperialist with Food for thought, cause I'm ya shelter I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya Not to be hot to trot by a haunt And why do y'all got to flaunt? (We gotta use what we got To get what we want) Cool, I heat ya up like a black mink coat Hug your neck like a fat gold rope Words I speak and my DJ's cuts'll Warm ya ears, like mink earmuffs So Eric show 'em how fast your hands'll go So the people in the stands'll know That you don't scratch, your cuts engrave Moves in waves to my rhyme displays Flow, even though, my tempo jets Expressions express when you kick steps Keep 'em, energetic, so let it Pound in your head 'til what I said is embedded Don't forget it's copastetic, set it Anywhere you want, your poetry's pathetic You gets, no, credit, 'til you get it straight Let's motivate No intermissions cause it ain't commercial If you wanna break, then I'll reimburse you I won't let go, so my mic won't drop, 'cause (I can't stop!) Vocabs is endless, vocals exist Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this Especially when I start to say the Rhymes wit' no omega No omega No omega (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!) (I can't stop!)
Writer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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