Eric B. & Rakim

I'm the Alpha with no Omega

Beginning without the end so play the

eye inside no extended version

Next episode be smooth as a Persian

Rhyme everlastin there'll be no part two

Knowledge is infinite once I start to draw

a better picture for your third eye if you're blind

You know with a mic I'm a black Michaelangelo

I'm the brother who ideas are colorful

Givin em insight but givin em trouble to

comprehend cause they thoughts won't blend in

They're pretendin, while I'm extendin

You bite like a parasite, ? you attacks

But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match

You need more light cause yours got dim

Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim

What's the matter G, check your battery

Go get charged up, then come battle me

You try hard and Die Hard, you ain't Eveready

When they check the pulse, you'll be +Dead+ as +Freddie+

Sharper spears for new ideas

Check your engine and ask your engineers

to equalize, try to disguise it

If that don't work yo, then monosize it

You need more power, better bring Battlecat

But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack

Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley

("Bring it to me!")

We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the workin

Then I'ma leave you behind the Iron Curtain

and you'll remain backstage

Your book is over, I ripped your last page

Changed the endin, at least you went out rappin

Now I'ma tell em what happened

I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up

It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up

Pass the mic, let him try to get paid

He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade

Now scrape him off the floor and off my list

I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist

Sprayed up, he said he was gonna do what?

Played up, MC Grand but Pooh-Butt

Stole his lady, and drove her crazy

You asked me why - cause her man tried to play me

I sent her back a nervous wreck

and tried to put her back in check

My speciality is masterin the female species

I specialize in her, until she sees

where I come from, and why I came

I tame the train til she manifest my name

Fill her with life until she burst with energy

Then leave her restless, cause a lot of women be

tryin to drain us, and leave us stripped dry

Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly

I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth

and tell you what life is worth

It ain't rings and things that's materialistic

You want to pip on, imperialist with

food for thought, cause I'm the shelter

I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya

not to be hot to trot by a haunt

And why do y'all got to flaunt?

("You gotta use what you got

to get what you want")

Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat

Hug your neck like a fat gold rope

Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm ya ears

like mink earmuffs

So Eric show em how fast your hand'sll go

so the people in the stands'll know

that you don't scratch your cuts in the grave

Moves in waves to my rhyme displays

Float, evoke, my tempo jets

Expressions express when you kick steps

Keep em, energetic, so let it

pound in your head til what I said is embedded

Don't forget it's copastetic, set it

Anywhere you want your poetry's pathetic

You gets.. no.. credit.. til you get it straight

Let's motivate

No intermissions cause it ain't commercial

If you want to break then I'll reimburse you

I won't let go so my mic won't drop, cause

("I can't.. stop!")

Vocabs is endless, vocals exist

Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this

Especially when I start to say the

rhymes with no omega

No omega

No omega

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!") *scratched*

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!") *scratched*

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!")

("I can't.. stop!") *fades*

Published by EMI Music Publishing

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.