Lyrics Eric B. Is President - Dub Version - Rakim , Eric B.
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′em
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to
this
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show
our
appreciation
for
your
support
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this
Thank
you
DJ′s
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to
this
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
The
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
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clap
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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
′Cause
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
then
I
precede
'cause
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
He′s
kicking
it
because
it
ain't
no
half
stepping
The
party
is
live,
the
rhyme
can′t
be
kept
inside
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
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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
′cause
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
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'em
clap
to
this
You
caught
an
attitude,
you
need
food
to
eat
up
I′m
scheming
like
I′m
dreaming
on
a
couch
on
my
feet
up
You
scream
I'm
lazy,
you
must
be
crazy
Thought
I
was
a
donut,
you
tried
to
glaze
me
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'em
clap
to
this
Make
'em
clap
to
this
I
made
it
easy
to
dance
to
this
But
can
you
detect
what′s
coming
next
from
the
flex
of
the
wrist?
Saying
indeed
then
I
precede
′cause
my
man
made
a
mix
If
he
bleed
he
won't
need
no
band-aid
to
fix
Eric
B
is
on
the
cut
and
my
name
is
Rakim,
nasty
Make
′em
clap
to
this
Drop
your
hands,
drop
your
hands
Drop
your
hands
to
what
he's
doin′
Drop
your
hands
to
what
he's
doin′
Drop
your
hands,
drop
your
hands
Drop
your
hands,
drop
your
hands
Drop
your
hands
to
what
he's
doin'
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1 Paid In Full - Seven Minutes Of Music - The Coldcut Remix
2 I Know You Got Soul - The Richie Rich Mega Mix
3 Move The Crowd - The Wild Bunch Remix
4 Paid In Full - Derek B's Urban Respray Version
5 As The Rhyme Goes On - Pumpin' The Turbo - Chad Jay In Effect Version
6 My Melody
7 I Know You Got Soul - Acappela Version
8 I Know You Got Soul - Dub Version
9 Eric B. Is President - Dub Version
10 My Melody - Dub Version
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