Testi:
Eric B Rakim

Don't sweat the Technique [x2] Let's trace the hints and check the file Let see who bit to detect the style I flip the script so they can't get foul

Or an eternalist? I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go Keep ya movin cause the crowd said so Dance - cuts rip ya pants Eric B on the blades

Planet Earth was my place of birth Born to be the SOLE controller of the universe Besides the part of the map I hit first Any a rhyme that I can adapt

Ya 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

terrifying 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

, 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

[Verse One:] 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

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

[Eric B]: Yo Rakim, what's up? [Rakim]: Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., I'm trying to get paid in full [E]: Well, check this out, since Nobry Walters