Eric B. Is 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 Rakim's hit song Eric B. Is President showcase the MC's impressive ability to consistently deliver complex rhymes in a smooth flow. The song starts with Rakim acknowledging his magnetic attraction to the microphone, despite his efforts to resist its pull. He describes the process of refining an idea into a rhyme, highlighting the importance of self-esteem in the creative process. The MC is confident in his abilities, and prepares himself to deliver a strong performance. Rakim asserts his position as the soloist, and calls on his DJ Eric B to hype up the crowd.


Line by Line Meaning

I came in the door, I said it before
I am starting this song just like I did before


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


But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
The urge to rap is hard to resist


I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line
I can't stop myself from rapping and searching for a good rhyme


Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
I am getting ready to rap and preparing myself


The rhyme will be kicking until I hit my last note
I will rap with energy until the end of the song


My mind remains refined, all kind of ideas
I have many creative ideas in my head


Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
My confidence in my rhyming ability makes it sound like I spent a long time crafting my lyrics


But still say a rhyme after the next one
I continue to come up with new rhymes continuously


Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
I am ready and confident in my rapping abilities


And you know that I'm the soloist
I am a solo rapper without a group


So Eric B make 'em clap to this
Eric B is controlling the music and getting the crowd to clap along


I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
I am not acting crazy or trying too hard to impress


No tricks in '86, it's time to build
I am focusing on making good music rather than being gimmicky


Eric be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
Eric B should be careful when he is scratching the record to avoid any errors


Cause to me, MC means move the crowd
The job of a good rapper is to excite and entertain the crowd


I made it easy to dance to this
My music is easy to dance to and enjoy


But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist
Can you anticipate the next song from how Eric B is manipulating the record?


Say indeed and I'll proceed cause my man made a mix
If you say you are ready, I will continue rapping because my DJ (Eric B) made a good mix


If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
Eric B is so skilled that even if he makes a mistake, he can recover without any help


His fingertips sew a rhyme until there's no rhymes left
Eric B is so good at scratching the record that he can make a beat for me to rap over until the song is over


I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death
I have to hurry up and rap because the music is so good that it will make the crowd go crazy


But he's kicking it cause it ain't no half stepping
Eric B is doing a great job because he is not taking any shortcuts


The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept in-
The crowd is energetic and enjoying the music, and I can't keep myself from rapping


Side, it needs erupting just like a volcano
The energy from the crowd is intense and explosive


It ain't the everyday style or the same old rhyme
My music is unique and different from other songs


Cause I'm better than the rest of them
I am confident in my abilities and believe that I am better than other rappers


Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim
Eric B is controlling the music and I am the rapper performing the song


Go get a girl and get soft and warm
Go find a girlfriend and be loving and affectionate


Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
Stay calm and relax, you have been invited to a peaceful environment


But now it's out of hand cause you told me you hate me
The situation has escalated because you said you don't like me


And then you ask what have I done lately
You are questioning my recent actions


First you said all you want is love and affection
You previously said that all you wanted was love and attention


Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
Let me be a source of love and support for you


Take you out, buy you all kinds of things
I will take you on dates and buy you gifts


I must have got you too hot and burned off your wings
I might have been too intense and scared you away


You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
You are upset with me and need something else to focus on


I'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch with my feet up
I am thinking and plotting while relaxing on the couch


You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
You accuse me of being lazy, but that's not true


Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me
You tried to control me and change me, like putting icing on a donut




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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