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Let the rhythm hit 'em |
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I'm the arsenal I got artillery, lyrics of ammo |
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Rounds of rhythm then I'm 'a give 'em piano |
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Bring a bullet-proof vest nothin' to ricochet |
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Ready to aim at the brain now what the trigger say |
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Tempos triflin' felt like a rifle |
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Massage an' melodies might go right through |
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Simultaneously like an Uzi nothin' can bruise me |
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Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me |
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So re-load quickly and you better hit me |
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While I'm lettin' this fifi get with me |
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You steppin' with 007 better make it snappy |
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No time to do your hair, baby brothers are bustin' at me |
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Beats and bullets pass me none on target |
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They want the R hit but wtch the God get |
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Quicker, the tongue is the trigger 'cause I'm real fast |
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Let off some rhythm at 'em, let 'em feel the blast |
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Penetrate at a crazy rate this ain't no 38 |
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Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate |
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Runnin' out of ammunition I'm done with em |
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You ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em |
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I push a power that's punishable better be a prisoner |
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The hit man is the brother with charisma |
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Showing you that I have powerful paragraphs |
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Followers will become leaders but without a path |
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Ya mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye |
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Rhymes are blurred then it occurred that you heard I |
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Reduced the friction with crucifixion |
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Let loose the mix then boost the piston |
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Eric hit 'em with some of that cut like a lumberjack |
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And me gettin' hit back |
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It won't be none of that I'm untouchable |
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You see me in 3-D when I let the rhythm hit another M.C. |
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Lyrics made of lead enters your head |
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Then eruptions of a mass production will spread when |
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Music is louder full of gunpower |
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Microphone machinery when I see a crowd of |
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Party people pumpin' their fist like this |
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Ya hide in the back thinkin' that I might miss |
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But the R is accurate plus I'm packed up with |
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Educated punch lines that I have to hit |
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Whatever I aim at I line 'em up |
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Ya body is weak, feel with pain |
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That time is up you been hit with somethin' different, isn't it? |
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Rakim is gonna radiate and nothing's equivalent |
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Nothin' can harm me why try to bar me |
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You couldn't come around to rob with a army |
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You'll get wrecked by the architect |
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So respect 'em I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em |
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With radiation put 'em by the basement |
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Bust his chest open, bash his face in let it split 'em |
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Since he brought his main man with 'em |
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He ask me how I did 'em I let the rhythm hit 'em, let it hit 'em |
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Dance floor's dangerous packed in like a briefcase |
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Rhyth with ral rough rhyme beats with deep bass |
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Girls with tight pants maybe they might dance |
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Tonight if the Rs on the Mike there's a slight chance |
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The crowd is crucial, M.C.'s grounds are neutral |
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Now that you're here let me introduce you |
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Get ready I'm hard read like Graffiti but steady |
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Science I drop is real heavy |
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Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty |
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Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy |
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The prescription's one every hour now it's a havoc |
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If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic |
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Attention follow directions real close keep out of reach of children |
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Beware of overdose too many milligram |
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But what made a iller jam |
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My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man |
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Ideas for the ear to fear might split 'em |
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He'll never forget 'em, he'll rest in peace with 'em |
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At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em |
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The last breath of the words of death was the rhythm |
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Now throw your hands in the air and yo, go |
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Rakim will do the rest of this slow |
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If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up |
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If I slow up, catch up, hell no |
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Wicked as I kecked it don't need to remix it |
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'Cause I prefixed it reversed and switched it |
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To perform to perfection section for section |
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Rhymes keep connectin' ya guessin' what's next an' |
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Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it |
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Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten |
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'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain |
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Travel through the brain hit a vein then remain, let it radiate |
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Vibes will vibrate why did you violate? |
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Now I'm 'a have to let the style brak |
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Moans now the tone is ingrown |
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After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone |
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Before I get that fifi I met |
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Whisper I wanna reach your intellect |
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Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect |
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So I shine and let the write reflect |
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Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older |
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Lay her on my shoulder everything I told her |
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Makes her feel secure whenever I'm with 'er |
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And you know how I did 'er me and the rhythm hit 'er |
