| 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 Lyrics let up when lady say don’t lose me So re-load quickly
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| And you better hit me While I’m lettin’this fifi get wit me 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 Beats and bullets pass me 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 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 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 I line 'em up Ya body is weak, feel with pain
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| That time is up 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 Why try to bar me 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 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 Rakim will do the rest of this slow
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| 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
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| 'Cause I prefixed it Reversed and switched it 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 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 the tone is ingrown
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| After this here’s thrown, gimme another microphone
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| Before I get that fifi I met
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| Whisper I wanna reach your intellect
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| Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
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| So I shine and let the write reflect
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| Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
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| Lay her on my shoulder
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| EEverything I told her
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| Makes her feel secure whenever I’m wit''er
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| And you know how I did 'er
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| Me and the rhythm hit 'er |