Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - 12" Vocal Version Remix Lyrics
| Song | Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - 12" Vocal Version Remix |
| Artist | Eric B. & Rakim |
| Album | Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barrier, Griffin, Rakim | |
| 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 THE RA with aN 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 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 a iller jam | |
| My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts | |
| That kill a man | |
| Ideas 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, THEY'LL catch up, hell no | |
| Wicked as I kicked 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 rises, ya damn near lost it | |
| Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbit' | |
| '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 HER 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 |
| zuo ci : Barrier, Griffin, Rakim | |
| I' m the arsenal | |
| I got artillery, lyrics of ammo | |
| Rounds of rhythm | |
| Then I' m ' a give ' em piano | |
| Bring a bulletproof 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 reload 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 3D | |
| 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 THE RA with aN 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 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 a iller jam | |
| My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts | |
| That kill a man | |
| Ideas 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, THEY' LL catch up, hell no | |
| Wicked as I kicked 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 rises, ya damn near lost it | |
| Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbit' | |
| ' 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 HER 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 |
| zuò cí : Barrier, Griffin, Rakim | |
| I' m the arsenal | |
| I got artillery, lyrics of ammo | |
| Rounds of rhythm | |
| Then I' m ' a give ' em piano | |
| Bring a bulletproof 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 reload 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 3D | |
| 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 THE RA with aN 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 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 a iller jam | |
| My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts | |
| That kill a man | |
| Ideas 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, THEY' LL catch up, hell no | |
| Wicked as I kicked 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 rises, ya damn near lost it | |
| Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbit' | |
| ' 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 HER 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 |
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