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And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's time to build
Eric be
I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So eric b, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86,
just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's time to build
Eric be
from side to side and front to back
Won't dance, if the mc's wack
The crowd go psycho even if I don't move
Some like the groove cause I'm so smooth
I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So eric b, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86,
beliefs
It's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed
In no particular direction
Just sprays and sprays
just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's
to play
Walter he is speechless
Eric speaks cliches
Andy plays a cricket game

Frances holds a glass
Karen reads and darns a dress
I dream
By Joe Thomas & Howard Biggs
This is Eric Clapton's version

I've got you on my mind, I'm feeling kind of sad and low,
I've got you on my mind,
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
to the mix 
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand 
Holds and controls you 'til I leave 
You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
You fall deeper in the style - it's hard to breathe
The only time I
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
(Don't look back!) 

Through the wind and storm I'll carry on 
To a new land where the sun will dawn 
In the wind and storm I'll raise my head 
Eric
I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So eric b, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86,
I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So eric b, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86,
just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's
(written by: Slash / Eric Dover)
Now you've slipped away And found a place to stay Who do I congratulate But I'm happy for you Where are you today I
let your fantasies be blinded by the light
 You don't have to save your wildest dreams for the night
 don't hold back, don't hold back, don't hold
like a coward 
You'll end up yelling out loud 

Hold back 
You'll regret it someday 
Choke on that 
Don't let it pass you by 
Hold back 
You
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
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt

These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
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
the man
Feel the plain
See the youth fade
He is known as Jones
He comes here every year
On the selfsame day
Few have seen the tear
On his face
Hold