run for cover. here i go again
ready to flow again. better hope my mic don't blow again. warned by alarms when the mic gets warm. crowd'll get critical
can't keep calm. jet for the exit
why hang around?
words that i found make the mic melt down. if you stay
better cooperate
cuz i amputate
and whoever don't break
i'm-a suffocate. leave 'em with asthma
you better pass the
mic to the massacre master who has the
power to build and destroy at the same time
so track the wack at the right
and exact could
shine. meant to beat overheat
but i won't stop
so evacuate the spot when the mic's hot. switch it from one hand to another
and that's a hint
my brother
run for cover. cuz i'm armed
my brain contains a bomb
as if i escaped from vietnam. some people label me lethal
lyrics i made then put
beats to. format
collapse your lungs twist your tongues
you can't bump your gums off of none of the drums. words that i made'll create an iller scene
eric b. is the fly human being on the guillotine. hook 'em up to a respirator
cuz it's the mista
suffocator. what i write is like shovin' a mic down your
windpipe. don't let him bite rhymes rakim write. no mic-to-mouth resuscitation is neccessary;
no obituary
and nothing left to bury. as it strikes on the same mic twice and then
cut it on
and i'm-a strike again. i meditate off the breaks
till the place shakes
then i make rain
hail
snow and earthquakes. speak the truth
tear the roof off the mother. the stage is stompin' grounds -- run for cover. evacuate the building
danger
cuz i came to
explain the
strategy that'll be tragic automatically
havin' me to cause another catastrophe. all you gotta do is give rakim the
microphone and the crowd'll yell timber."