| Song | Pass The Hand Grenade |
| Artist | Eric B. & Rakim |
| Album | Don't Sweat The Technique |
| 作词 : B., Rakim | |
| Pass the hand grenade | |
| It's gonna blow 'cause | |
| I took out the pin | |
| Detach the detonator, data send | |
| Programmed wit protons, equipped wit predicates | |
| Electrons and elements just fit | |
| Your pronoun hits the ground and that's that | |
| Hit the floor like a meteor so get back | |
| Commas, punctuation marks separate, it sparks | |
| Follow the course in to avoid getting sharked | |
| More volts than a lightning bolt, handle with care | |
| I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear | |
| I'm armed and dangerous, trained for combat | |
| Let off rounds and they won't just bomb back | |
| Explosions | |
| I made to invade your parade | |
| Your weak beats' decay 'till they can't get played | |
| Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed | |
| Pass the hand grenade | |
| After the stage gets warm, | |
| I heat it up | |
| The crowd gets charged, | |
| I speed it up | |
| They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut | |
| The rhyme gets good, so eat it up | |
| Food for thought until your thoughts is sore | |
| Fill up a | |
| Colosseum, | |
| I can serve them all | |
| Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw | |
| And if your overweight, then here's some more' | |
| Cause every dish | |
| I make tastes great and | |
| Plus filling, if | |
| I sold a third of my rhymes, | |
| I make a killing | |
| Get the salt and pepper from the maid | |
| Get the blood off the blade, pass the hand grenade | |
| If you try this, your response is tonsillitis | |
| I'm leaving authors and writers with arthritis | |
| You got the slightest ideas, | |
| I got the brightest | |
| Here's the lightest, so clear, it's out of sight, it's | |
| Darkness, from the darkness, came the light | |
| The night is the time for ra to recite it | |
| Educated, but complicated style | |
| For all the biters, | |
| I'm shutting rappers up like midas | |
| I got the force of a turbo | |
| PorscheYou get lost in the sauce and then thrown off course | |
| You can't destroy the decoys so detour | |
| No sense of direction, so whatcha speed for? | |
| You wouldn't of never made it, how many styles have | |
| I created? | |
| So many rhymes | |
| I bust, ya frustrated | |
| Then the mic will self destruct, you'll get sprayed | |
| Pass the hand grenade | |
| Pass the hand grenade | |
| Pass the hand grenade |
| zuò cí : B., Rakim | |
| Pass the hand grenade | |
| It' s gonna blow ' cause | |
| I took out the pin | |
| Detach the detonator, data send | |
| Programmed wit protons, equipped wit predicates | |
| Electrons and elements just fit | |
| Your pronoun hits the ground and that' s that | |
| Hit the floor like a meteor so get back | |
| Commas, punctuation marks separate, it sparks | |
| Follow the course in to avoid getting sharked | |
| More volts than a lightning bolt, handle with care | |
| I' m far from fragile, warfare won' t tear | |
| I' m armed and dangerous, trained for combat | |
| Let off rounds and they won' t just bomb back | |
| Explosions | |
| I made to invade your parade | |
| Your weak beats' decay ' till they can' t get played | |
| Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed | |
| Pass the hand grenade | |
| After the stage gets warm, | |
| I heat it up | |
| The crowd gets charged, | |
| I speed it up | |
| They couldn' t get warm, gimme a cut | |
| The rhyme gets good, so eat it up | |
| Food for thought until your thoughts is sore | |
| Fill up a | |
| Colosseum, | |
| I can serve them all | |
| Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw | |
| And if your overweight, then here' s some more' | |
| Cause every dish | |
| I make tastes great and | |
| Plus filling, if | |
| I sold a third of my rhymes, | |
| I make a killing | |
| Get the salt and pepper from the maid | |
| Get the blood off the blade, pass the hand grenade | |
| If you try this, your response is tonsillitis | |
| I' m leaving authors and writers with arthritis | |
| You got the slightest ideas, | |
| I got the brightest | |
| Here' s the lightest, so clear, it' s out of sight, it' s | |
| Darkness, from the darkness, came the light | |
| The night is the time for ra to recite it | |
| Educated, but complicated style | |
| For all the biters, | |
| I' m shutting rappers up like midas | |
| I got the force of a turbo | |
| PorscheYou get lost in the sauce and then thrown off course | |
| You can' t destroy the decoys so detour | |
| No sense of direction, so whatcha speed for? | |
| You wouldn' t of never made it, how many styles have | |
| I created? | |
| So many rhymes | |
| I bust, ya frustrated | |
| Then the mic will self destruct, you' ll get sprayed | |
| Pass the hand grenade | |
| Pass the hand grenade | |
| Pass the hand grenade |