Eric B. For President
Rakim Lyrics


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Make 'em clap to this
(To show our appreciation for your support)
Make 'em clap to this
(Thank you DJ's)
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnetize me no more
But it's bitin' me, fightin' me, invitin' me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm lookin' for the line
Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
The rhyme will be kickin' it 'til I hit my last note
My mind remains to find all kind 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 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap, make 'em clap, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this (clap your hands)
(Clap your hands)
Make 'em clap to this (clap yo-)
(Clap yo-, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

I don't bug out or chill or be actin' 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 comin' next from the flex of the wrist?
Say indeed then I'll proceed 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
His fingertips sew a rhyme until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut'll make 'em bleed to death
But he's kickin' it, 'cause it ain't no half steppin'
The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept inside
It needs eruptin' just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style or the same old rhyme
'Cause I'm better then the rest of them
Eric B. Is on the cut and my name is Rakim (nasty)

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap-, make 'em clap-
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap-

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
Make 'em clap to this
Caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on a couch with my feet up
You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap, make 'em clap, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap, make 'em clap, make 'em clap
Make 'em clap to this

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's comin' next from the flex of the wrist?
Say indeed then I'll proceed 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

Make 'em clap to this
Eric B. Is on the cut
Eric B. Is on the cut
Eric B. Is on the cut and my name is Rakim (nasty)

Make 'em clap to this
Rakim
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands to what he's doin'
Clap your hands to what he's doin'

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands to what he's doin'

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this




Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eric B. Is President by Rakim & Eric B. are about their confident prowess over their skills in musical performance. They assert that they are skilled with well-thought-out lyrics and musical flow. Rakim remains intentional and aware of his abilities and states that he is determined to keep on his grind no matter what. He is looking for inspiration to keep his rhymes fresh and innovative. He has a self-assured flow that showcases his skill as a solo artist. In contrast, Eric B. is a skilled DJ and will move the crowd to dance. They both command the attention of their audience and make them clap and appreciate the music.


The song is a classic hip-hop piece that showcases the skills of Rakim & Eric B. as soloists and artists. The song is a tribute to the DJ and his talent, which is essential to hip-hop music. The backbeat chosen by Eric B. is infectious and dynamic, inspiring the crowd to feel the energy. The slow build-up works up the excitement, and by the time Rakim enters, the crowd is already eagerly primed to enjoy the music. The song is exceptional in that it is groundbreaking for the time— the flow and the lyrics earn the highest regard from fans to this day, continuing to be an influential part of hip-hop culture.


Line by Line Meaning

Make 'em clap to this
To show our appreciation for your support


Make 'em clap to this
Thank you DJ's


Make 'em clap to this


Make 'em clap to this


Make 'em clap to this


I came in the door, I said it before
I've been here before and I've made it clear


I never let the mic magnetize me no more
I don't let the microphone control me


But it's bitin' me, fightin' me, invitin' me to rhyme
But I can't help but feel drawn to the microphone and rhymes


I can't hold it back, I'm lookin' for the line
I can't stop myself from rapping and I'm searching for the right words


Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
Getting comfortable, preparing to rap


The rhyme will be kickin' it 'til I hit my last note
I will continue to rap until the song ends


My mind remains to find all kind of ideas
I'm always searching for new ideas to rap about


Self esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
I have confidence in my abilities and my raps seem polished


But still say a rhyme after the next one
I keep the rhymes flowing seamlessly


Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
I'm ready to rap and not afraid to do it


And you know that I'm the soloist
I'm the lead rapper in this group


So Eric B., Make 'em clap to this


I don't bug out or chill or be actin' ill
I don't act crazy or try to be cool


No tricks in '86, it's time to build
We need to focus on creating and building


Eric B. Easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
Eric B. is skilled at scratching and must be careful not to mess up


'Cause to me, MC means move the crowd
To me, rapping means getting the audience excited


I made it easy to dance to this
My rhymes are catchy and easy to dance to


But can you detect what's comin' next from the flex of the wrist?
Can you anticipate what's coming next with the beat of the music?


Say indeed then I'll proceed 'cause my man made a mix
If you agree, I'll keep rapping because my friend created an awesome beat


If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
He's so skilled and confident, even if he's injured, he doesn't need help


His fingertips sew a rhyme until there's no rhymes left
He's so talented, he can keep rapping without running out of rhymes


I hurry up because the cut'll make 'em bleed to death
I need to rap quickly because the beat is so good, people might get too excited


But he's kickin' it, 'cause it ain't no half steppin'
He's rapping with full confidence and commitment


The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept inside
The energy is high and the rapping is too good to hold back


It needs eruptin' just like a volcano
The rapping is so incredible, it can't be contained


It ain't the everyday style or the same old rhyme
Our rapping is unique and fresh, not like other rappers


'Cause I'm better then the rest of them
I'm confident that our rapping is better than other rappers'


Eric B. Is on the cut and my name is Rakim (nasty)


Go get a girl and get soft and warm
Go find a girl to cuddle with


Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
Don't get too excited, let's just take it easy


But now it's out of hand 'cause you told me you hate me
But now things are getting heated because you said you hate me


And then you ask what have I done lately
And now you want to know what I've been up to recently


First you said, 'All you want is love and affection'
At first, you said you just wanted love and affection


Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
Let me take care of you and keep you safe


Take you out, buy you all kinds of things
I'll treat you to nice things and experiences


Caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
You're getting angry and need to chill out


I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on a couch with my feet up
I'm planning and imagining while relaxing on a couch


You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
You say I'm lazy, but that's ridiculous


Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me
You treated me like a pastry or a dessert


Rakim


Clap your hands
Applause for the music and rapping


Clap your hands


Clap your hands to what he's doin'
Applause for Eric B.'s scratching and DJing


Clap your hands to what he's doin'




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Eric Barrier, William Griffin

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Brian


on R.A.K.I.M.

Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra

R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it

A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne
R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'

I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne

Ayo, when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap, y'all, relax
The almanac, just show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, cause, comas, and cardiacs
Broads and cats screaming, "oh, my God, he's back"
Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'
A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
Chicks get stabbed in the back, 'til they get spasms
Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom
Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto
On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero
And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal
The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world
Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car
Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb

It's the R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne
R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne

Uh, yeah, yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls
And learn to make this dough where gangstas roll
Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed
It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
Quick to strap up, you'd think my name was "kid, back up"
Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, players and pimps, smooth talkers
Stick-up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf
Cursed by every spirit that never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse

It's the R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne
R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne

Ayo, toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs
To a soul clap, I smoke a track, how dope is that
Pope of rap, wrote backs that most slack
That note back before they turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on the firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, retire frauds when I evolve
Try and rob my dialogue, I am God
Chicks moan just to get next to my throne
And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone
Sex pots at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, dress drops, bed rocks the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me?
Rest assured, when I rock def crowds and scream
Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim

It's the R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne
R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne
R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne
R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's my crown, my world, my throne

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