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Eric B Rakim Don T Sweat The Technique

and you can bet When they call, I'm going AWOL 'Cause it ain't no way I'm going back to war When I don't know who or what I'm fighting for So I wait

' the mornin' come again Hold me close and give me another dose And keep the beat don?t ever let it end She said, ah, so far, you didn?t miss a beat

care I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear I'm armed and dangerous, trained for combat Let off rounds and they won't just bomb back Explosions I

For more, more mint, no doe for rent I gotta shed blood to make a red cent Maybe I should ask the president Somebody give me the president But he don't

keep me wet with a juice called Tahiti It make the room steamy, so soon they couldn't see me They know more than calisthenics as they worked up a sweat It wasn't

soothing souvenirs for all the years They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas It's cool when you freak to the beat But don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique

hoping the morning come again Hold me close and give me another dose and keep the beat don't ever let it end She said, ah, so far, you didn't miss a

with care! I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear I'm armed and dangerous, trained for combat Let off rounds and they won't just bomb back Explosions

Double oh seven is back.. Double oh seven is back.. Double oh seven is back.. [Rakim] I don't stress my day cause it's best to parlay I guess you could