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Let the rhythm hit 'em 

I'm the arsenal 
I got artillery  lyrics of ammo 
Rounds of rhythm 
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano 
Bring a bullet proof vest 
Nothin' to ricochet 
ready to aim at the brain 
~Now what the trigger say 
Tempos triflin' 
Felt like a rifle 
Massage 'n' melodies 
Might go right through 
Simultaneously like an Uzi 
Nothin' can bruise me 
Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me 
So re-load quickly 
And you better hit me 
While I'm lettin' this fifi get wit me 
You steppin' with .007 
Better make it snappy 
No time to do your hair, baby 
Brothers are bustin' at me 
Beats and bullets pass me 
None on target 
They want the R hit 
But wtch the god get 
Quicker, the tongue is the trigger 
'Cause I'm real fast 
Let off some rhythm at 'em 
Let 'em feel the blast 
Penetrate at a crazy rate 
This ain't no .38 
Hit 'em at point blank range 
And watch 'em radiate 
Runnin' out of ammunition 
I'm done wit' em 
You ask me how I did 'em 
I let the rhythm hit 'em 

I push a power that's punishable 
Better be a prisoner 
The hit man is the 
Brother wit' charisma 
Showing you that I have 
Powerful paragraphs 
Followers will become leaders 
But without a path 
Ya mentally paralyzed 
Crippled ya third eye 
Rhymes are blurred 
Then it occurred that you heard I 
Reduced the friction with crucifixion 
Let loose the mix then 
Boost the piston 
Eric hit 'em with' some of that 
Cut like a lumberjack 
And me gettin' hit back 
It won't be none of that 
I'm untouchable 
You see me in 3-D 
When I let the rhythm hit another M.C. 
Lyrics made of lead 
Enters your head 
Then eruptions of a mass production 
Will spread when 
Music is louder 
Full of gunpower 
Microphone machinery 
When I see a crowd of 
Party people pumpin' 
Their fist like this 
Ya hide in the back 
Thinkin' that I might miss 
But the R is accurate 
Plus I'm packed up with 
Educated punch lines that 
I have to hit 
Whatever I aim at 
I line 'em up 
Ya body is weak, feel with pain 
That time is up 
You been hit with somethin' 
Different, isn't it? 
Rakim is gonna radiate and nothing's equivalent 
Nothin' can harm me 
Why try to bar me 
You couldn't come around to rob with a army 
You'll get wrecked by the architect 
So respect 'em 
I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em 
With radiation 
Put 'em by the basement 
Bust his chest open 
Bash his face in 
Let it split 'im 
Since he brought his main man wit' 'im 
He ask me how I did 'im 
I let the rhythm hit 'im 
Let it hit 'im 

Dance floor's dangerous 
Packed in like a briefcase 
Rhyth with ral rough rhyme 
Beats with deep bass 
Girls with tight pants 
Maybe they might dance 
Tonight if the Rs on the mike 
There's a slight chance 
The crowd is crucial 
M.C.'s grounds are neutral 
Now that you're here let me introduce you 
Get ready 
I'm hard read like graffiti but steady 
Science I drop is real heavy 
Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty 
Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy 
The prescription's one every hour 
Now it's a havoc 
If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic 
Attention: follow directions real close 
Keep out of reach of children 
Beware of overdose 
Too many milligram 
But what made a iller jam 
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts 
That kill a man 
I deas for the ear to fear 
Might split 'im 
He'll never forget 'im 
He'll rest in peace wit' 'em 
At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im 
The last breath of the words of death 
Was the rhythm 

Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go 
Rakim will do the rest of this slow 
If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up 
If I slow up, catch up, hell no 
Wicked as I kecked it 
Don't need to remix it 
'Cause I prefixed it 
Reversed and switched it 
To perform to perfection 
Section for section 
Rhymes keep connectin' 
Ya guessin' what's next an' 
Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it 
Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten 
'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain 
Travel through the brain hit a vein 
Then remain, let it radiate 
Vibes will vibrate 
Why did you violate 
Now I'm 'a have to let the style brak 
Moans now the tone is ingrown 
After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone 
Before I get that fifi I met 
Whisper I wanna reach your intellect 
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect 
So I shine and let the write reflect 
Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older 
Lay her on my shoulder 
EEverything I told her 
Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er 
And you know how I did 'er 
Me and the rhythm hit 'er

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