Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em, artist - Eric B.. Date of issue: 11.08.2003
Song language: English
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 |