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Verse one:
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I'm rated "R"...this is a warning ya better void
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Poets are paranoid DJ's D stroyed
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Cuz I came back to attack others in spite
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Strike like lightnin' It's quite frightenin'!
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But don't be afraid in the dark in a park
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Not a scream or a cry or a bark more like a spark;
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Ya tremble like a alcoholic muscles tighten up
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What's that lighten up! You see a sight but
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Suddenly you feel like your in a horror flick,
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You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick!
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Music's the clue, when I come your warned,
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Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone!
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Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
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This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a
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death wish, so come on, step to this
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hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist!
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Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street,
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you come in my realm ya get beat!
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This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
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All ya see is the meters at a volume,
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pumping Lyrics of Fury!
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it's a ....fearified freestyle!
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Terror in the styles, never error-files,
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indeed I'm known-your exiled!
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For those that oppose to be level or next to this...
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I ain't a devil and this ain't the Exorcist!
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worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink,
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the pain's a migraine every time ya think,
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Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear:
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The R-A-K-I-M in your ear;
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Then the beat is hysterical,
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that makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
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soon the lyrical format is superior,
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faces of death remain,
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MC's decaying, cuz they never stayed,
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the scene of a crime every night at the show,
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the fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
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It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
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melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
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a horn if want the style I posses,
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I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
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for those that envy a MC it can be,
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hazardous to your health so be friendly,
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a matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch,
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shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
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after the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
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if not, my soul'll release!
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the scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it,
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cuz your about to see a disasterous sight,
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a performance never again performed on a mic:
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Lyrics of fury!
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a fearified freestyle!
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the "R" is in the house-too much tension!
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Make sure the system's loud when I mention
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Phrases that's fearsome...
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You want to hear some sounds that not only pounds but please your eardrums;
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I sit back and observe the whole scenery,
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then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me,
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strictly business I'm quickly in this mood,
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and I don't care if the whole crowd's a witness!
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I'm a tear you apart but I'm a spare you a heart,
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program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start,
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rhythm's out of the radius, insane as the craziest
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musical madness MC ever made, see it's
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now an emergency, open-heart surgery...
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open your mind, you will find every word'll be
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furier than ever, I remain the furture,
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battle's tempting...whatever suits ya!
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For words the sentence, there's no resemblance,
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you think you're ruffer, then suffer the consequences!
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I'm never dying-terrifying results,
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I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts,
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mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation,
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novicane ease the pain it might save him,
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if not, Eric B.'s the judge, the crowd's the jury...
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How do I plead to homicide?
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Lyrics of Fury!
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they're getting furier! a fearified freestyle!
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Lyrics Of Fury
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Eric B. & Rakim |