Eric B. & Rakim were almost universally recognized as the best DJ & MC duo. Not only was their chemistry superb, but individually, each represented the absolute peak in their respective skills. Eric B. was a hugely influential DJ and beatmaker whose taste for hard-hitting James Brown samples touched off a stampede through the Godfather of Soul's back catalog that continues up to the present day. Rakim, meanwhile, still tops fan polls as the greatest MC of all time. He crafted his rhymes like poetry, filling his lines with elaborate metaphors and complex internal rhymes, and he played with the beat like a jazzman, earning a reputation as the smoothest-flowing MC ever to pick up a mic. His articulation was clear, his delivery seemingly effortless, and his influence on subsequent MCs incalculable. Together, their peerless technique on the microphone and turntables upped the ante for all who followed them, and their advancement of hip-hop as an art form has been acknowledged by everyone from Gang Starr to the Wu-Tang Clan. While certain elements of their sound might come off as slightly dated today, it's also immediately clear how much of a hand Eric B. & Rakim had in leading hip-hop into the modern age.
Eric B. was born Eric Barrier in 1965 in Elmhurst, Queens; his future partner, William Griffin, Jr., was born in 1968 and also hailed from the suburbs of New York, specifically Wyandanch, Long Island. At age 16, Griffin converted to Islam and adopted the name Rakim Allah. Barrier played trumpet and guitar early on, but switched to the turntables in high school, and eventually landed a job as the mobile DJ for radio station WBLS. It was there that he met Rakim, and the two officially formed a partnership in 1985. Their first single -- "Eric B. Is President" (an ode to Barrier's DJ skills) b/w "My Melody" -- was released on the tiny Harlem-based indie label Zakia. It was a street-level sensation during the summer of 1986, and the duo was picked up by the larger 4th & Broadway imprint. The equally monumental singles "I Ain't No Joke" and "I Know You Got Soul" sampled James Brown and his cohort Bobby Byrd, respectively, and their utter funkiness began to revolutionize the sound of hip-hop. Moreover, Rakim's line "pump up the volume" on the latter track was in turn sampled itself, becoming the basis for M/A/R/R/S' hit of the same name.
In 1987, 4th & Broadway issued the duo's full-length debut, Paid in Full; accompanied by a mighty underground buzz, the record climbed into the Top Ten on the R&B LP charts (as would all of their subsequent albums). Additionally, the British DJ duo Coldcut remixed the title cut into a bona fide U.K. smash. The exposure helped make "Paid in Full"'s drum track one of the most sampled beats this side of James Brown's "Funky Drummer"; it provided the foundation for Milli Vanilli's "Girl You Know It's True," among many other, more credible hits. On the heels of Paid in Full, Eric B. & Rakim signed with MCA subsidiary Uni and consolidated their reputation with another landmark hip-hop album, 1988's Follow the Leader. The title cut took its place among the classic singles already in their canon, and Jody Watley soon tapped the duo for a guest spot on her 1989 single "Friends," which brought them into the pop Top Ten for the first and only time.
The 1990 follow-up Let the Rhythm Hit 'Em proved relatively disappointing from a creative standpoint, although 1992's slightly jazzier Don't Sweat the Technique was a more consistent affair that bolstered their legacy. As it turned out, the record also completed that legacy. The duo's contract with MCA was almost up, and they had discussed the possibility of each recording a solo album. Unfortunately, the resulting tension over the future of their partnership ultimately destroyed it. In the aftermath of the breakup, various legal issues prevented both parties from starting their solo careers for quite some time.
Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Eric B. & Rakim Lyrics
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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
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 reload 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 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 thirty-eight
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 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 come around
To rob with a 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 'em
Since he brought his main man wit' 'em
He ask me how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em
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 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 havoc
If 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
But what made a iller jam
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts
That kill a man
Ideas for the ear to fear
Might split 'em, he'll never forget 'em
He'll rest in peace wit' 'em
At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em
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 they'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no
Wicked as I kicked it
Don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it
Reversed and switched it
Perform to perfection
Section for section
Rhymes keep connectin'
Ya guessin' what's next an'
Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it
Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten
'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 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 your intellect
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let my write reflect
Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Lay her on my shoulder, everything 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
Let the Rhythm Hit 'Em by Eric B. & Rakim is a song about the power of words and music. The lyrics describe the singer as an arsenal of powerful, rhythmic lyrics that can penetrate the listener's mind and body. The song expresses a sense of confidence and authority, with the singer boasting that nothing can harm him and that he can take down any opponent with his words. The chorus encourages the listener to let the rhythm hit them, suggesting that they surrender to the music and allow it to take them over completely.
Throughout the song, Eric B. & Rakim make use of a range of metaphors and imagery to convey their message. They compare their lyrics to ammunition, referring to "rounds of rhythm" and "bullet proof vests." They describe their beats as being full of gunpowder, and suggest that their music is capable of spreading like an eruption.
One of the key themes of the song is the idea of power dynamics. The lyrics describe the singer as having the power to reduce others to nothing, to make them feel weak and insignificant. They suggest that the singer is untouchable, and that he is always one step ahead of his opponents. Overall, Let the Rhythm Hit 'Em is a powerful and confident song that celebrates the power of black music and culture.
Line by Line Meaning
Let the rhythm hit 'em
Allow the powerful impact of the rhythm to take effect
I'm the arsenal
I possess a vast collection of powerful weapons (lyrics)
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
I have an abundance of explosive lyrics ready to be unleashed
Rounds of rhythm
Successive bursts of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
I will deliver a skillful and captivating performance
Bring a bullet proof vest
Come prepared for intense lyrical confrontation
Nothin' to ricochet
Nothing to bounce off or deflect
Ready to aim at the brain
Prepared to target the intellect and consciousness
Now what the trigger say
The lyrics will determine the impact and response
Tempos triflin'
The rhythm is unpredictable and challenging
Felt like a rifle
It creates a strong and forceful impact
Massage 'n' melodies
Gently soothe with harmonious sounds
Might go right through
Possibly penetrate and profoundly affect
Simultaneously like an Uzi
At the same time, with rapid and relentless intensity
Nothin' can bruise me
I am invincible and unaffected by criticism
Lyrics let up when lady
The intensity of the lyrics eases when a woman asks for respite
Say don't lose me
Implores to not let go of the emotional connection
So reload quickly
Prepare and replenish immediately
And you better hit me
You must engage and respond to my lyrical assault
While I'm lettin'
While I'm allowing
This fifi get wit' me
This musical instrument becomes expressive in my hands
You steppin' with 007
You are approaching with the power and skill of a spy
Better make it snappy
Act promptly and swiftly
No time to do your hair, baby
There is no opportunity to make oneself look presentable
Brothers are bustin' at me
There are those who are attacking and challenging me
Beats and bullets pass me
The rhythm and lyrical aggression come my way
None on target
No direct hits or significant impact
They want the R hit
They desire to strike and defeat Rakim
But watch the God get
But witness Rakim's divine intervention and triumph
Quicker, the tongue is the trigger
The tongue is swift and powerful, acting as the catalyst
'Cause I'm real fast
Because I possess exceptional speed and agility
Let off some rhythm at 'em
Release a barrage of rhythmic attack upon them
Let 'em feel the blast
Allow them to experience the overwhelming impact
Penetrate at a crazy rate
Enter forcefully and rapidly
This ain't thirty-eight
This is not a conventional weapon or method
Hit 'em at point blank range
Strike them at extremely close proximity
And watch 'em radiate
Observe their energy and influence emanate
Runnin' out of ammunition
Running low on resources or ideas
I'm done wit' 'em
I have finished dealing with or addressing them
You ask me how I did 'em
You inquire about my method or technique in defeating them
I let the rhythm hit 'em
I allowed the power and impact of the rhythm to overcome them
I push a power that's punishable
I possess a force that can be perceived as a threat
Better be a prisoner
You should anticipate being overcome or confined
The hit man is the
The one responsible for delivering the blow is
Brother wit' charisma
A charismatic individual
Showing you that I have
Demonstrating my possession of
Powerful paragraphs
Compelling and impactful lyrics
Followers will become leaders
Those who follow will eventually rise to positions of authority
But without a path
Without a defined direction or guidance
Ya mentally paralyzed
You are mentally incapacitated or immobilized
Crippled ya third eye
Caused damage to your inner perception and understanding
Rhymes are blurred
The clarity and meaning of the lyrics are distorted
Then it occurred that you heard I
You suddenly realized that you heard of my lyrical prowess
Reduced the friction
Diminished the resistance or conflict
With crucifixion
By subjecting oneself to intense scrutiny or criticism
Let loose the mix
Release the powerful combination
Then boost the piston
Then enhance the force and potency even further
Eric hit 'em with' some of that
Eric delivers a dose of
Cut like a lumberjack
Slice and carve with precision and force
And me gettin' hit back
And encountering retaliation in return
It won't be none of that
There will be no reciprocal actions
I'm untouchable
I am impervious to attack or harm
You see me in 3-D
You witness my presence in vivid and immersive detail
When I let the rhythm
When I allow the power of the rhythm
Hit another M.C.
Overwhelm and dominate another rapper
Lyrics made of lead
The lyrics possess immense weight and impact
Enters your head
Penetrates and captivates your mind
Then eruptions of a mass production
Result in the release of a massive outpouring
Will spread when
Will disseminate and propagate
Music is louder
The music becomes significantly louder and more intense
Full of gunpowder
Filled with explosive energy and intensity
Microphone machinery
The microphone operates like a powerful instrument
When I see a crowd of
When faced with a gathering of people
Party people pumpin'
Partygoers enthusiastically moving and dancing
Their fist like this
Raising their closed hands in a gesture of celebration
Ya hide in the back
You attempt to conceal yourself or stay out of the spotlight
Thinkin' that I might miss
Believing that I will fail to make an impact
But the R is accurate
However, Rakim is precise and exact
Plus I'm packed up with
In addition, I am armed with
Educated punch lines
Knowledgeable and cleverly crafted lines
That I have to hit
That I must deliver forcefully
Whatever I aim at
Regardless of the target I choose
I line 'em up
I prepare and position them for attack
Ya body is weak, feel with pain
Your physical and emotional state is overwhelmed by pain
That time is up
The time for your defeat has arrived
You been hit with somethin'
You have experienced the impact of
Different, isn't it?
Something unfamiliar and unexpected, isn't it?
Rakim is gonna radiate
Rakim will emit a powerful and influential energy
And nothing's equivalent
And there is no equal to that
Nothin' can harm me
I am immune to harm or damage
Why try to bar me
Why attempt to obstruct or impede me
You couldn't come around
You are unable to approach or confront
To rob with a army
To overpower or defeat with a large force
You'll get wrecked by the architect
You will be utterly destroyed by the mastermind
So respect 'em
Therefore, show proper admiration and regard for them
I disconnect 'em
I sever their connection or influence
Soon as I inject 'em
As soon as I introduce my presence and energy
With radiation
With powerful and influential emanations
Put 'em by the basement
Leave them in a lowly and insignificant position
Bust his chest open
Forcefully rupture his chest
Bash his face in
Violently strike his face
Let it split 'em
Allow the force to separate and divide them
Since he brought his main man wit' 'em
Because he brought his primary ally or supporter along
He ask me how I did 'em
He inquires about my method of defeating them
I let the rhythm hit 'em
I allowed the power and impact of the rhythm to overcome them
Dance floor's dangerous
The environment of the dance floor is hazardous and intense
Packed in like a briefcase
Crowded together tightly, like packed belongings in a briefcase
Rhythm with real rough rhyme
The rhythm is accompanied by raw and aggressive lyrics
Beats with deep bass
The beats are characterized by low-pitched and resonant tones
Girls with tight pants
Women dressed in form-fitting trousers
Maybe they might dance
Perhaps they will engage in dance
Tonight if the Rs on the mike
If Rakim is the one controlling the microphone tonight
There's a slight chance
There exists a small possibility
The crowd is crucial
The audience is critical and influential
M.C.'s grounds are neutral
The territory of the other rappers is impartial or unbiased
Now that you're here
Now that you have arrived
Let me introduce you
Allow me to present and familiarize you with
Get ready
Prepare yourself
I'm hard read like graffiti but steady
I am difficult to decipher, like graffiti, but consistently strong
Science I drop is real heavy
The knowledge and wisdom I share is profound and weighty
Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty
Powerful and vibrant energy, that will serve as the consequence
Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy
Experience immense suffering as a means of finding a solution
The prescription's one every hour
The recommended dosage is once per hour
Now it's a havoc
Now it transforms into chaos and destruction
If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic
If you require another dose of spontaneous lyrical genius
Attention, follow directions real close
Pay close attention and adhere to the instructions
Keep out of reach of children
Ensure it is not accessible to children
Beware of overdose
Exercise caution to avoid consuming an excessive amount
Too many milligram
An excessive number of milligrams
But what made a iller jam
But what created a more remarkable and exceptional composition
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts
My lyrics embody and express profound ideas
That kill a man
That possess the power to cause significant impact or harm
Ideas for the ear to fear
Concepts that instill a sense of awe or trepidation
Might split 'em, he'll never forget 'em
Possibly divide and shatter them, and they will forever remember
He'll rest in peace wit' 'em
He will find eternal peace and serenity in connection with them
At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em
At the very least, he will understand the impact that affected him
The last breath of the words of death
The final expression of lethal lyrics
Was the rhythm
Was the force and power of the rhythm
Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go
Now raise your hands in the air and enthusiastically move
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
Rakim will take over and deliver the remaining lyrics at a slower pace
If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up
If I increase the tempo, they know they will explode with excitement
If I slow up, catch up, hell no
If I reduce the pace, they must catch up, no exceptions
Wicked as I kicked it
Incredibly skillful and impressive as I deliver
Don't need to remix it
It does not require alteration or modification
'Cause I prefixed it
Because I gave it an initial and distinct form
Reversed and switched it
Altered and transformed it in a different manner
Perform to perfection
Execute flawlessly and with meticulous precision
Section for section
Each segment or part with great attention and detail
Rhymes keep connectin'
Lyrics seamlessly flow and interconnect
Ya guessin' what's next an'
You are left guessing and anticipating what comes next
Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it
Blood pressure rises as you nearly lose control
Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten
You hit rock bottom, burned and damaged, and woke up feeling cold and numb
'Cause when I explained, ya can't complain for pain
Because when I elucidated, you cannot protest the agony
Travel through the brain hit a vein, then remain, let it radiate
Pass through the mind, strike a deep chord, persevere, and let it spread its influence
Vibes will vibrate, why did you violate
Feelings and vibrations will reverberate, why did you transgress or infringe
Now I'm 'a have to let the style break
Now I must allow the distinctive style to manifest
Moans now the tone is ingrown
Grunts and expressions of pain are now embedded in the sound
After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone
Once this performance is concluded, provide me with another microphone
Before I get that fifi I met
Before I receive that musical instrument I encountered
Whisper I wanna reach your intellect
Speak softly, expressing the desire to access one's intellectual capacity
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
Share a passionate kiss, expressing the utmost admiration and esteem
So I shine and let my write reflect
Therefore, I excel and allow my writing to mirror my brilliance
Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Support and shape her, making her feel mature and experienced
Lay her on my shoulder, everything I told her
Place her gently on my shoulder, every word I conveyed to her
Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er
Instills a sense of safety and comfort whenever I am with her
And you know how I did 'er
And you are aware of how I successfully charmed and impressed her
Me and the rhythm hit 'er
Both me and the rhythm made a strong impact on her
Let it hit 'em
Allow the power and force of the rhythm to impact them
Lyrics © FRANAM PUB ADMINISTRATION, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BOB JAMES, ERIC BARRIER, WILLIAM GRIFFIN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@cwvos
@@qwammienewsome1357 Chuck "D" was a lyricist, but came at you from the political realm!
Social consciousness, Inner City awareness, politics, callin out judges, cops, priests, mayor's, high ranking officials, etc!
These were the type issues he lyrically rapped about and was the reason "Public Enemy" was labeled a bunch of militants back in the day.
Were those type lyrics hard to identify with amoung us young people back then?
Yes, because we were just that, Young!
We really weren't old enough to understand how those things were affecting our hoods, but he was intelligent enough to keep us in the loop and educate us on how those things effected our neighborhoods, the economy, employment, all different types of things!
That's why non blacks hated them because from a Rap/HipHop perspective they were keeping the young folk aware and current with things other races didn't want us to know or be aware of......
Oh Yeah, Chuck D was a Lyricist, in every sense of the word, and why he and Flava Flav and "The Enemy" will always be respected and never forgotten.....
@inkoinfinity2
Let the rhythm hit em
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 reload 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 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 thirty-eight
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 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 come around
To rob with a 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 'em
Since he brought his main man wit' 'em
He ask me how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em
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 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 havoc
If 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
But what made a iller jam
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts
That kill a man
Ideas for the ear to fear
Might split 'em, he'll never forget 'em
He'll rest in peace wit' 'em
At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em
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 they'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no
Wicked as I kicked it
Don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it
Reversed and switched it
Perform to perfection
Section for section
Rhymes keep connectin'
Ya guessin' what's next an'
Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it
Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten
'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 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 your intellect
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let my write reflect
Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Lay her on my shoulder, everything 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
@user-lb1sw1bi5j
Rakim was light 🕯️ years ahead of his rap era, and he's still light years ahead of this era.
@leecunliffe8806
This tune has to have one the best drum beats in hip hop 😎
@markusandrews7431
This video is 🔥 33 years later and I'm processing Rakim's bars. Truly The God of the 🎤
@bigdog297
Rakim was on another level...his flow and lyrical ability was INSANE...The GOAT!
@salzavenchura9043
God MC
@ashfaq1999
Legend 👊
@micheldonderwinkel3716
a real legend in my opinion it was the best era in hip hop with big daddy kane chuck d kool g rap run dmc they make hip hop great greetz from the netherlands@@ashfaq1999
@user-wp7hr8rp7p
Yes
@user-wp7hr8rp7p
That song is so dope they won't play it
@Chris-is1rd
This shit CRUSHES anything in hip hop today.