Paul C - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em lyrics

Verse 1: I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm,then I'mm'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, ma**age '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 double-zero-seven (.007),better make it snappy No time to do your hair baby, brothers are bustin' at me Beats and bullets pa** me, none on target They want the R hit, but watch 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 thirty-eight (.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 Reprise: Let it hit 'em Verse 2: I push a power that's punishable, prepare to be a prisoner The hit man is the, brother wit' charisma Showing you that I have, powerful paragraphs Followers become leaders, nut 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 three-D (3-D) When I let the rhythm, hit another emcee Lyrics made of lead, enters your head Then eruptions of a ma** production, will spread When music is louder, full of gunpowder 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 f** around THE RA, with an army You'll get wrecked by the architect, so respect him 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 him Since he brought his main man wit' him He ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em Reprise: Let it hit 'em Verse 3: Dance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase Rhythm with real rough rhyme, beats with deep ba** Girls with tight pants, maybe they might dance Tonight if the R's on the mic, there's a slight chance The crowd is crucial, emcee grounds are neutral Now that you're here, let me introduce you Get ready, I'm hard to 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 an iller jam My rhyme, is the rhythm of thoughts that k** a man Ideas for the ear to fear, might split him He'll never forget 'em, he'll rest in peace wit' 'em At least when he left, he'll know what hit him The last breath of the words of d**h, was the rhythm Reprise: Let it hit 'em (x4) Verse 4: 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 and 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'ma have to let the style break 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 her, mold her, make her feel older Lay her on my shoulder, everything I told her Makes her feel secure, whenever I'm wit' her And you know how I did her, me and the rhythm hit her