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kicks, I need a fix

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
kicks, I need a fix 
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix 
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of 
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness?  Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone,
kicks, I need a fix 
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix 
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of 
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme
I got soul

You got it
You got it
You got it
You
first so the brothers don't miss 
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) 
Rakim will begin when you make the mix 
I'll experiment like a scientist 
You
sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme
I got soul

You got it
You
the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme
I got soul

You got it
You got it
You got it
You
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness?  Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone,
sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme...
I got soul

You got it
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness?  Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone,
first so the brothers don't miss 
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) 
Rakim will begin when you make the mix 
I'll experiment like a scientist 
You
first so the brothers don't miss 
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) 
Rakim will begin when you make the mix 
I'll experiment like a scientist 
You
bold
Ghetto soul beautiful
Still in it for you to hold
Cover girl centerfold
My spot, hot like lava rock
I get busy from Panorama City to Lompoc
sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme...
I got soul

You got it
eyes on the prize cause you won’t find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to bust a ditz so don’t slip in the way
Of the kid,
a microphone like heroin 
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix 

So gimme a stage and a mic and a mix 
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme
I got soul

You got it
You got it
You got it
You
a soul, told my peoples to be patient
But hold up, that's when a black caravan rolled up
My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound
Told my man, "Eyes open
brains out hold when Al Green sings
When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it
I got the next bitch
first so the brothers don't miss 
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) 
Rakim will begin when you make the mix 
I'll experiment like a scientist 
You
sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme...
I got soul

You got it
used to dumb on
Now they be the lovers of brothers that can't front on
Put me in the mix, LP 12-inch
SP, the elegant, poetic pestilence
I
first so the brothers don't miss 
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) 
Rakim will begin when you make the mix 
I'll experiment like a scientist 
You