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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 |
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I'm the Alpha, with no Omega
Beginning without the, end so play the eye inside, no extended version Next episode be smooth as a Persian Rhyme everlastin, there'll be no part two Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw a better picture for your third eye, if you're blind You know with a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo I'm the brother who ID ideas are colorful Givin em insight, but givin em trouble to comprehend cause they thoughts won't blend in They're pretendin, while I'm extendin You bite like a parasite, said that it you attacks But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match You need more light cause yours got dim Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim What's the matter G, check your battery Go get charged up, then come battle me You try hard and Die Hard, you ain't Eveready When they check the pulse, you'll be Dead as Freddie SHOP AT SEARS for new ideas Check your engine and ask your engineers to equalize, try to disguise it If that don't work yo, then MIDASIZE it You need more power, better bring Battlecat But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley ("Bring it to me!") We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the workin Then I'ma leave you behind the Iron Curtain and you'll remain backstage Your book is over, I ripped your last page Changed the endin, at least you went out rappin Now I'ma tell em what happened I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up Pass the mic, let him try to get paid He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade Now scrape him off the floor and off my list I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist Sprayed up, he said he was gonna do what? Played up, MC Grand but Pooh-Butt Stole his lady, and drove her crazy You asked me why - cause her man tried to play me I sent her back a nervous wreck and tried to put her back in check My speciality is masterin the female species I specialize in her, until she sees where I come from, and why I came I tame the train til she manifest my name Fill her with life until she burst with energy Then leave her restless, cause a lot of women be tryin to drain us, and leave us stripped dry Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth and tell you what life is worth It ain't rings and things that's materialistic You wanna pip on, imperialist with food for thought, cause I'm the shelter I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya not to be hot to trot by a haunt And why do y'all got to flaunt? ("You gotta use what you got to get what you want") Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat Hug your neck like a fat gold rope Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm ya ears like mink earmuffs So Eric show em how fast your hand'sll go so the people in the stands'll know that you don't scratch your cuts in the grave Moves in waves to my rhyme displays Float, evoke, my tempo jets Expressions express when you kick steps Keep em, energetic, so let it pound in your head til what I said is embedded Don't forget it's copastetic, set it Anywhere you want your poetry's pathetic You gets.. no.. credit.. til you get it straight Let's motivate No intermissions cause it ain't commercial If you wanna break then I'll reimburse you I won't let go so my mic won't drop, cause ("I can't.. stop!") Vocabs is endless, vocals exist Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this Especially when I start to say the rhymes with no omega No omega No omega ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") *scratched* ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") *scratched* ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") ("I can't.. stop!") *fades* |
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Planet Earth was my place of birth
Born to be the SOLE controller of the universe Besides the part of the map I hit first Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst The rough gets going, the going gets rough When I start flowing, the mic might bust The next state, I shake from the power I generate People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes 'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled But it seems like I'm locked in hell Looking over the edge but the R never fell A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip Stand on my own two feet and come equip Any stage I'm seen on, I'M LIKE A PHENOM I stand alone and need nothing to lean on Going for self wit a long way to go So much to say but I still flow slow I come correct and I won't look back 'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at Even the (ghetto) I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York And return through the womb of the world as a thought Thinking how hard it was to be born BEING EQUIPPED wit no physical form Millions OF CELLS wit one destination To reach the best part, it's life creation 9 months later, a job well done Make way, 'cause here I come Since I made it this far, I can't stop now There's a will and a way and I got THE know-how To be all I can be and more And see all there is to see before I'M Called and go back to the essence It's alot to learn so I study my lessons I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me I'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me 'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves ExileD from the original man, a straight way Now that's what I call hard times I rather be here to exercise the mind Then I take a thought around the world twice From knowledge NEWBORN back to knowledge precise Across the desert, that's HOT AS THE ARABIAN But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asian REaching for the city OF Mecca, visit Medina Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a Mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa Return the thought through the eye of a needle For miles I thought and I just fought the people Under the dark skies on a dark side Not only there but right here's an apartheid So now is the time for us to react Take a trip through the mind and when you get back Understand you're third eye seen all of that It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at Even the (ghetto) Even the (ghetto) No more props, I want property In every borough, nobody's stopping me Because I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own Wherever I bless a microphone 007 is back and relaxing On POINT N' reactin' and ready for action I'm so low key that you might not see me Incognito and taking it easy Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background HOPIN' the wack rapper'LL put the mic back down So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it 'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending So many solos, there is no ending People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood Footprints remain on stage ever since As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents When I had sex, I left my name on necks My trademark was left throughout the projects I used to get rich when I played celo When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know So I collect my cash then slide I got my back, my gun's on my side It shouldn't have to be like that I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at Even the (ghetto) I'm from the (ghetto) Word up, peace |
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Here I go again, ready to flow again. Better HOPE my mic don't blow again. Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm. Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm. Jet for the exit, why hang around? Words that I found make the mic melt down. If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I amputate, and whoever don't break, I'm-a suffocate. Leave 'em with asthma, you better pass the mic to the massacre master who has the power to build and destoy at the same time, so track the wack at the right, and exact could shine. (?) Meant to beat overheat, but I won't stop, so evacuate the spot when the mic's hot. Switch it from one hand to another, and that's a hint, my brother, run for cover. Cuz I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb, as if I escaped from Vietnam. Some people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put beats to. Format, collapse your lungs twist your tongues, you can't bump your gums off of none of the drums. Words that I made'll create an iller scene, Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine. Hook 'em up to a respirator, cuz it's the Mista Suffocator. What I write is like shovin' a mic down your windpipe. Don't let him bitE rhymes Rakim write. No mic-to-mouth resuscitation is neccessary; no obituary, and NOTHING LEFT TO BURY. As it strikes on the same mic twice and then, cut it on, and I'm-a strike again. I meditate off the breaks, till the place shakes, then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes. Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother. The stage is stompin' grounds -- run for cover. (scratching) Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I came to explain the strategy that'll be tragic automatically, havin' me to cause another catastrophe. All you gotta do is give Rakim the microphone and the crowd'll yell "Timber." Buildings collapsin', rappers gettin' trapped in, areas closed off, no one gets back in. So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the doors, fade, put a detour sign on the stage. Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use and been usin' ever since the days in the park when, rap was an art then. Plus I was dominant, determined and dark-skinned. Makin' it hard to walk the streets at night for those who talk the weak beats on the mic. Whoever's livin' large better wear camouflage. Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge. Surround by sound of the beat-down another brother, this is stompin' grounds, run for cover. Wheels or foot, better not stay put. Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked. Then you've got seven minutes to vacate the premises. Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes. Don't act wild, single file to the door. No need for an encore, just clear the floor. Cuz my mic's about to self destruct, the stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt. So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned, cuz minutes from now it won't be standin'. Then send out and A.P.B.: All Poets Beware of a brother like me. Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture? How many bitin' MCs can I capture? Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth; take over their route, play 'em out like a Cub Scout. So leave troopin' for MCs at war, and if it's a battle let the crowd keep score. Cuz me and the drummer make drama, and that's word to mother...run for cover. |
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Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium
Seen a all-world covered girl, I said "Hey lady I'm Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up Or interveen or interrupt, but. . . You got the look - I wanna get to know ya better I had to let her know - but yo, I didn't sweat her 'Cause if you woulda seen what I was seein' Almost looked Korean, but European. When she spoke, her accent was self-explanatory - Even her body language told the story Her name was Mahogony - twin's name was Ebony I said "My name is Ra - and this is Eric B" Since the music was loud, I said "let's take a walk, So we could talk and see New York. Show time doesn't start until one o'clock And once I entered your mind I wouldn't wanna stop Caressin' ya thoughts till we was thinkin' the same Calm ya nerves, massage ya brain Each mic is a mineral, poetry's protein Verse is a vitamin - Affects like Codine So tell me how you feel and I'll reveal A pill that'll heal ya pain - 'cause I'm real She musta OD'd 'cause she couldn't resist She spoke slowly when she told me this, she said Chorus: Over Me, She's goin' crazy She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G Tell me I ain't finesse Mahogony . . . Verse Two: So I prescribed her, something to revive And surprise her, she's liver and much more wiser Than the light I shine when my brain cells spark, Come to me so we can glow in the dark And soon, you can represent the moon As long as I keep ya in tune I'll tell ya who ya are and why ya here Take it in stride 'cause it might take a year It's funny - how time flies when ya havin' fun We got close and it was almost one She kissed me slow, but you know how far a kiss can go F*ck around and miss the show So I told her to hold that thought real tight We can finish where we left off later on tonite Back to the scene of the crime on time As they introduced the 'Fiend of the Rhyme' She stood with a birds-eye view of me Thinkin' of later on of what she would do to me The back of the room I could see her eyes gloom Patient, but hopin' that the show was over soon As the place was ripped in half, she made her way to the front row So I said "let's go" I packed my mic as they screamed for an encore The speakers were blown, plus my mic was sore Besides I got places to go, ladies to see And she could tell me how crazy she was over me We drove off - she said she liked the way that I performed And couldn't wait to get 'soft and warm', I said, "I've been watchin' you, watchin' me Looks I received made it hard to MC I can take a hint, so I knew that she Wanted my "Agony Agony Ag-on-y" in her bod-y Showed her some sights, then I took her to the Condo She was pipin' hot, but I kept my calm So She asked how come I don't smile I said, "Everything's fine, but I'm in a New York state of mind!" As we reached the kingdom, she said bring some Champagne, she'll entertain then sing some Sentimental, songs real gentle, It hit the spot and you know where it went to As we embraced I felt her heart pumpin' I knew she was in the mood for somethin' So I laid on my back and relaxed It wasn't the Perignon that made her collaspe Over me |
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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 |
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