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Let the Rhythm Hit &039;Em 2007

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Rakim

It′s been a long time

I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics are ammo

Rounds of rhythm, then I′ma give 'em piano

Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin' to ricochet

Ready, aim at the brain, now what the trigger say

Tempos trifle, felt like a rifle

Massage and melodies might go right through

Simultaneously like an Uzi, nothin′ can bruise me

Lyrics let up, when lady say don′t lose me

So reload quickly, and you better hit me

While I'm lettin′ this fifi get with 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 watch 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 with ′em

You ask me how I did 'em? I let the rhythm hit ′em

Let it hit 'em

I push a power that's punishin′, prepare to be a prisoner

The hit man is the, brother with charisma

Showing you that I have, powerful paragraphs

Followers 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

Trip, 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 3D

When I let the rhythm hit another emcee

Lyrics made of lead, enters your head

Then eruption of a mass production will spread

When music is louder, full of gunpowder

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, nothing′s equivalent

Nothin' can harm me, why tryin′ bar me?

You couldn't f*ck around the Ra with an army

You′ll get wrecked by the architect, so respect him

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 him

Since he brought his main man with him

He ask me how I did 'em? I let the rhythm hit ′em

Let it hit ′em

Let 'em feel the blast

Let it hit ′em

Let it hit 'em

Let ′em feel the blast

Let it hit 'em

Dance floor′s dangerous, packed in like a briefcase

Rhythm with real rough rhyme, beats with deep bass

Girls with tight pants, maybe they might dance

Tonight if the R's on the mic, there's a slight chance

The crowd is crucial, MC′s grounds are neutral

Now that you′re here, let me introduce you

Get ready, I'm hard to 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 habit

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, no one made an iller jam

My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man

Ideas for the ear to fear, might split him

He'll never forget ′em, he'll rest in peace with 'em

At least when he left, he′ll know what hit him

The last breath of the words of death, was the rhythm

Z-Trip, let′s go

Let it hit 'em

Can′t stop the bum rush

Let it hit 'em

Can′t stop the bum rush

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