Kool Moe Dee - I'm Hittin' Hard lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen Gentlemen and ladies Adults teenagers adolescents and babies No if's and's but's or maybe's I want the whole world to rock today Because i said i was and always was The baddest rapper on the mic and i proved it does Make a difference On the way you think you syn- Cronize the wise tries To overcome the dumb the drum Beats a pattern that turns into A catalyst that'll just Grab your ear you had to hear A rhyme's contents Beyond nonsense If you're not convinced Get tense and wince Cause i'll make a skeptic Look epileptic Shake and brake like the holy ghost connected His body and soul I control His mind is mine cause my Rhyme holds Minds in limbo You resemble A clone of jim jones as them bones tremble Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief No chatterin' teeth Can cease pity or grief I got you flipping like a burger Head spinning like a top Weak at the knees And you're about to drop You can't find your heart You need a warrant to search Get off your knees Boy this ain't church You can pray if you wanna pray Say what you wanna say Did you forget you was ambiguous You're gonna pay For doubting my rhyme You better freeze your thought Cause i read minds If you got caught I taught Lessons for second-guessing Reroute doubt I reprogram and deprogram about Two million fans Through rhytmic hypnosis Left in a state Of cataclysmic neurosis Neurotic from a narcotic Known as rhyme Addicted to rap And you're a fiend for mine For my rap info You're a nympho I'll raise the conscience And then hit them so hard with the rhyme I'ma leave you scarred Cause i don't just hit ya I hit ya hard I weave the bob To do the job Set you up with the left As the right writes hard Lyrics stick and move Behind the groove As the beat gets better The rhyme improves Adversaries prepare for a telling loss Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts My rhyme is more Than a fight or a bout You ain't goin' down Boy you're goin' out No count necessary Cause you ain't gettin' up Bad mouthin' ends very Very very abrupt Thought patterns converted Through overt overtures Prepared your mind Much better for metaphors More rap cla**ics Believe me there's no man Not bach brahms beethoven or chopin Polonaise would ever faze ya Like i faze ya i amaze ya Ali and fraizer i Get deja vu from listening to The rhymes that cut like an uppercut And rings a bell too I come out smoking Hard from the first round Stinging like a bee And the bell is the worst sound Cause i don't wanna let up If you can get up I'm fed up The rhymes are sped up To mess your head up When the rhyme is over They tally the scorecard I get more points Cause you hit the floor hard But i'm hittin' hard The very last thing That you remember Is a rhyme in your face And the crowd yell timbre Then you fall in a dopefiend nod Cause i don't just hit ya I hit ya hard When i rain It's more like a hurricane You wanna dis Then think of another name Cause i go to work And my rhymes slam Put me to the test You'll fail the exam Cause that's the kind of test You just can't study for You're guaranteed To end up bloody or Broken twisted Fractured blistered Decapitated mutilated Violated it's the Kind of defeat That you just can't live with Try to compete But you just can't get with The mental master Hard-ryhme supremist My words have ya Mixed like a chemist My rhymes flow like H-2-o Cleaned with chlorine To make green so The rhyme is purified You can't drink it Biters and s**ers Don't even think it The green i made Is a money shade When the rhyme evaporates I get paid Then it's time to rain With the rhyme i know And like plants Watch my people grow I heal sick minds Like christ himself Touch the soul Like no one else There's only one President pope and one god There's only one rapper In that cla** And i hit ya hard