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Let the rhythm hit 'em |
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I'm the arsenal |
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I got artillery, lyrics of ammo |
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Rounds of rhythm |
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Then i'm 'a give 'em piano |
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Bring a bullet-proof vest |
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Nothin' to ricochet |
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Ready to aim at the brain |
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~now what the trigger say |
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Tempos triflin' |
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Felt like a rifle |
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Massage 'n' melodies |
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Might go right through |
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Simultaneously like an uzi |
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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 |
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And you better hit me |
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While i'm lettin' this fifi get wit me |
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You steppin' with .007 |
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Better make it snappy |
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No time to do your hair, baby |
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Brothers are bustin' at me |
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Beats and bullets pass me |
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None on target |
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They want the r hit |
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But wtch the god get |
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Quicker, the tongue is the trigger |
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'cause i'm real fast |
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Let off some rhythm at 'em |
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Let 'em feel the blast |
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Penetrate at a crazy rate |
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This ain't no .38 |
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Hit 'em at point blank range |
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And watch 'em radiate |
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Runnin' out of ammunition |
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I'm done wit' em |
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You ask me how i did 'em |
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I let the rhythm hit 'em |
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I push a power that's punishable |
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Better be a prisoner |
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The hit man is the |
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Brother wit' charisma |
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Showing you that i have |
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Powerful paragraphs |
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Followers will become leaders |
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But without a path |
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Ya mentally paralyzed |
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Crippled ya third eye |
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Rhymes are blurred |
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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 |
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Boost the piston |
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Eric hit 'em with' some of that |
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Cut like a lumberjack |
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And me gettin' hit back |
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It won't be none of that |
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I'm untouchable |
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You see me in 3-d |
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When i let the rhythm hit another m.c. |
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Lyrics made of lead |
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Enters your head |
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Then eruptions of a mass production |
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Will spread when |
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Music is louder |
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Full of gunpower |
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Microphone machinery |
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When i see a crowd of |
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Party people pumpin' |
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Their fist like this |
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Ya hide in the back |
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Thinkin' that i might miss |
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But the r is accurate |
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Plus i'm packed up with |
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Educated punch lines that |
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I have to hit |
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Whatever i aim at |
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I line 'em up |
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Ya body is weak, feel with pain |
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That time is up |
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You been hit with somethin' |
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Different, isn't it? |
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Rakim is gonna radiate and nothing's equivalent |
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Nothin' can harm me |
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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 |
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I disconnect 'em, soon as i inject 'em |
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With radiation |
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Put 'em by the basement |
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Bust his chest open |
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Bash his face in |
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Let it split 'im |
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Since he brought his main man wit' 'im |
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He ask me how i did 'im |
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I let the rhythm hit 'im |
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Let it hit 'im |
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Dance floor's dangerous |
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Packed in like a briefcase |
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Rhyth with ral rough rhyme |
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Beats with deep bass |
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Girls with tight pants |
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Maybe they might dance |
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Tonight if the rs on the mike |
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There's a slight chance |
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The crowd is crucial |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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Keep out of reach of children |
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Beware of overdose |
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Too many milligram |
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But what made a iller jam |
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My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts |
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That kill a man |
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I deas for the ear to fear |
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Might split 'im |
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He'll never forget 'im |
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He'll rest in peace wit' 'em |
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At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im |
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The last breath of the words of death |
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Was the rhythm |
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Now throw you 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 you'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 |
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Don't need to remix it |
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'cause i prefixed it |
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Reversed and switched it |
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To perform to perfection |
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Section for section |
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Rhymes keep connectin' |
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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 |
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Then remain, let it radiate |
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Vibes will vibrate |
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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 |
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Eeverything i told her |
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Makes her feel secure whenever i'm wit' 'er |
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And you know how i did 'er |
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Me and the rhythm hit 'er |
