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 th |