But there's one time before we roll
Hey granny
For the best street single, the nominees are
"Eric B. for President"
Doug E. Fresh, "All the Way to Heaven"
Heavy D. & the Boyz, "Big Stuff"
Kool Moe Dee, "Go See the Doctor"
And Run DMC, "Walk This Way"
And the winner is
"Eric B. for President"
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Gonna pump up this new jam for y'all
Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this
Fever, was it me or either, summer madness
'Cause I just can't stand around
So I get closer, and the closer I get, the better it sound
My mind starts to activate, rhymes collaborate
'Cause when I heard the beat, I just had to make
Somethin' from the top of my head
So I fell into the groove of the wax, then I said
How could I move the crowd?
First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instruction, put it together
It simple ain't it, but quite clever
Some of you been tryin' to write rhymes for years
But weak ideas, irritate my ears
Is this the best that you can make?
'Cause if not, and you got more, I'll wait
But don't make me wait too long, 'cause I'mma move on
The dance floor, when they put somethin' smooth on
So turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud
'Cause I like to move the crowd
Move the crowd
Move the crowd
Move the crowd
Mo-, mo-, move the crowd
Move the crowd
Move, mo-, mo-, mo-, move the crowd
Move, move the crowd
Move the crowd
Ra-, Ra-, Rakim
Ra-, Ra-, Rakim
Ra-, Ra-, Ra-, Ra-, Ra-, Ra-, Ra-, Rakim
Imagine me wit' the heat that's made by solar
It gets stronger, everytime I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone, is departed
So leave it up to me, my DJ is mixin'
Everyone is movin', or eager to listen
Your hands in the air, your mouth, shut
'Cause I'm on the mic, and Eric B is on the cut
For those that know me, indeed I like to flow
Especially when the music's going slow
It gives me a chance to let everybody know
It's time to bust out the Rakim show
I'm the intelligent wise, on the mic I will rise
Right in, front of your eyes, 'cause I am a surprise
So I'mma let my knowledge be born to a perfection
All praise is due to Allah, and that's a blessing
Wit' knowledge of self, there's nothin' I can't solve
At 360 degrees, I revolve
This is actual fact, it's not a act, it's been proven
Indeed and I proceed to make the crowd keep movin'
Move, move, move the crowd
Move, move, move, move, move, move, move the crowd
Move the crowd
Move the crowd
Let's all clap to the music
Mo-, mo-, mo-, mo-, mo-, mo-, mo-, mo-, move the crowd
Move, mo-, move, move, mo-, mo-, move, mo-, move the crowd
Move, move, move, move, move the crowd
Move the crowd
What you got is a standing ovation
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