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Let the Rhythm Hit 'em 2007 ft. Rakim & Chevelle
Z‐Trip
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Yeah
Z-Trip
Rakim
It's been a long time
I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics are ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'ma give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin' to ricochet
Ready, aim at the brain, now what the trigger say
Tempos trifle, felt like a rifle
Massage and melodies might go right through
Simultaneously like an Uzi, nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up, when lady say don't lose me
So reload quickly, and you better hit me
While I'm lettin' this fifi get with 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 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 .38
Hit 'em at point blank range, and watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition, I'm done with 'em
You ask me how I did 'em? I let the rhythm hit 'em
Let it hit 'em
I push a power that's punishin', prepare to be a prisoner
The hit man is the, brother with charisma
Showing you that I have, powerful paragraphs
Followers 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
Trip, 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 3D
When I let the rhythm hit another emcee
Lyrics made of lead, enters your head
Then eruption of a mass 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, nothing's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me, why tryin' bar me?
You couldn't fuck 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 with him
He ask me how I did 'em? I let the rhythm hit 'em
Let it hit 'em
Let 'em feel the blast
Let it hit 'em
Let it hit 'em
Let 'em feel the blast
Let it hit 'em
Dance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase
Rhythm with real rough rhyme, beats with deep bass
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, MC's 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 kill a man
Ideas for the ear to fear, might split him
He'll never forget 'em, he'll rest in peace with 'em
At least when he left, he'll know what hit him
The last breath of the words of death, was the rhythm
Z-Trip, let's go
Let it hit 'em
Can't stop the bum rush
Let it hit 'em
Can't stop the bum rush