Текст песни Let the Rhythm Hit 'Em (Edit) - Rakim
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
Альбом
20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Eric B & Rakim
дата релиза
03-04-2007
1 I Know You Got Soul
2 Eric B. Is President
3 I Ain't No Joke
4 Paid In Full - Seven Minutes Of Music - The Coldcut Remix
5 Follow the Leader
6 Lyrics of Fury
7 Microphone Fiend
8 Let the Rhythm Hit 'Em (Edit)
9 In the Ghetto
10 The Punisher
11 Know The Ledge
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