[{"id":7690742,"name":"Let the Rhythm Hit ’em","trackName":"Let the Rhythm Hit ’em","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"Classic Eric B. & Rakim","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let the rhythm hit 'em\n\nI'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo\nRounds of rhythm, then I'mma give 'em piano\nBring a bullet-proof vest, nothin' to ricochet\nReady, aim at the brain, now what the trigger say\nTempos trifle, felt like a rifle\nMassage 'n' melodies, might go right through\nSimultaneously, like a uzi, nothin' could bruise me\nLyrics let up when ladies say don't lose me\nSo reload quickly, and you better hit me\nWhile I'm lettin' this Fifi get wit' me\n\nThey're steppin' wit' 007, better make it snappy\nNo time to do your hair baby, brothers are bustin' at me\nBeats and bullets pass me, none on target\nThey want the R hit, but watch the god get\nQuicker, the tongue is the trigger, 'cause I'm real fast\nLet off some rhythm at 'em, let 'em feel the blast\nPenetrate at a crazy rate, this ain't a .38\nHit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate\nRunnin' out of ammunition, I'm done wit' em\nYou ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n\nI push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner\nThe hit man is the, brother wit' charisma\nShowin' you that I have, powerful paragraphs\nFollowers become leaders, but without a path\nYa mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye\nRhymes are blurred, then it occurred, that you heard I\nReduced the friction, wit' crucifixion\nLet loose the mix then, boost the piston\n\nEric hit 'em with' some of that, cut like a lumberjack\nAnd me get hit back, it won't be none of that\nI'm untouchable, you see me in 3-D\nWhen I let the rhythm hit another emcee\nLyrics made of lead, enters your head\nThen eruption of a mass production'll spread\nWhen music gets louder, full of gun power\nMicrophone machinery, when I see a crowd of\n\nParty people pumpin' they fist like this\nYa hide in the back, thinkin' that I might miss\nBut the R is accurate, plus I'm packed up with\nEducated punch lines, that I have to hit\nWhatever I aim at, I line 'em up\nYa body is weak, ya feel the pain that, time is up\nYou been hit with somethin' different, isn't it?\nRakim is gonna radiate, nothin's equivalent\n\nNothin' can harm me, why try to bar me\nYou couldn't —ck around with Ra wit' a army\nYou'll get wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em\nI disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em\nWit' radiation, put 'em by the basement\nBust his chest open, bash his face in\nLet it split 'em, since he brought his main man wit' 'em\nHe ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\nLet it hit 'em\n\nDance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase\nRhythm wit' real rough rhyme, beats with deep bass\nGirls, wit' tight pants, maybe they might dance\nTonight if the R's on the mic, there's a slight chance\nThe crowd is crucial, emcees grounds are neutral\nNow that you're here, let me introduce you\nGet ready, I'm hard to read like graffiti, but steady\nScience I drop is real heavy\nRadiant energy, that'll be the penalty\nTouch the third rail on the pain of remedy\n\nThe prescription's one every hour, now it's a habit\nYa need another hit from the freestyle fanatic\nAttention, follow directions, real close\nKeep out of reach of children, beware of overdose\nToo many milligram, but what made a iller jam\nMy rhymes is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man\nIdeas for the ear to fear, might split 'em\nHe'll never forget 'em, he'll rest in peace wit' 'em\nAt least when he left he'll know what hit 'em\nThe last breath of the words of death, was the rhythm\n\nNow throw ya hands in the air and yell go\nRakim'll do the rest of this slow\nIf I speed they know they'll blow the hell up\nIf I slow up, they'll catch up, hell no\nWicked as I kicked it, no need to remix it\n'Cause I prefixed it, reversed and switched it\nPerform to perfection, section for section\nRhymes keep connectin', ya guessin' what's next an'\n\nBlood pressure rises, ya damn near lost it\nHit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbit\n'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain\nTravel through the brain hit a vein, then remain\nLet it radiate, vibes will vibrate, why did you violate?\nNow, I'mma have to let the style break\nBones, now the tone is ingrown\nAfter this gets thrown, gimme another microphone\n\nBefore I get that Fifi I met\nWhisper I wanna reach your intellect\nKiss her, 'cause I wanna give her the most respect\nSo I shine, and let my light reflect\nHold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older\nLay her on my shoulder, everything I told her\nMakes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er\nAnd you know how I did 'er, me and the rhythm hit 'er","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.13] Let the rhythm hit 'em\n[00:17.29] I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo\n[00:19.99] Rounds of rhythm, then I'mma give 'em piano\n[00:22.07] Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin' to ricochet\n[00:24.25] Ready, aim at the brain, now what the trigger say\n[00:26.50] Tempos trifle, felt like a rifle\n[00:28.63] Massage 'n' melodies, might go right through\n[00:30.94] Simultaneously, like a uzi, nothin' could bruise me\n[00:33.16] Lyrics let up when ladies say don't lose me\n[00:35.39] So reload quickly, and you better hit me\n[00:37.28] While I'm lettin' this Fifi get wit' me\n[00:39.40] They're steppin' wit' 007, better make it snappy\n[00:41.89] No time to do your hair baby, brothers are bustin' at me\n[00:44.26] Beats and bullets pass me, none on target\n[00:46.24] They want the R hit, but watch the god get\n[00:48.69] Quicker, the tongue is the trigger, 'cause I'm real fast\n[00:50.79] Let off some rhythm at 'em, let 'em feel the blast\n[00:52.93] Penetrate at a crazy rate, this ain't a .38\n[00:55.20] Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate\n[00:57.66] Runnin' out of ammunition, I'm done wit' em\n[00:59.99] You ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n[01:01.91] \n[01:10.67] I push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner\n[01:12.49] The hit man is the, brother wit' charisma\n[01:14.74] Showin' you that I have, powerful paragraphs\n[01:17.30] Followers become leaders, but without a path\n[01:19.51] Ya mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye\n[01:21.59] Rhymes are blurred, then it occurred, that you heard I\n[01:24.01] Reduced the friction, wit' crucifixion\n[01:25.82] Let loose the mix then, boost the piston\n[01:28.30] Eric hit 'em with' some of that, cut like a lumberjack\n[01:30.53] And me get hit back, it won't be none of that\n[01:32.65] I'm untouchable, you see me in 3-D\n[01:34.60] When I let the rhythm hit another emcee\n[01:37.12] Lyrics made of lead, enters your head\n[01:39.32] Then eruption of a mass production'll spread\n[01:41.35] When music gets louder, full of gun power\n[01:43.72] Microphone machinery, when I see a crowd of\n[01:45.96] Party people pumpin' they fist like this\n[01:47.80] Ya hide in the back, thinkin' that I might miss\n[01:50.19] But the R is accurate, plus I'm packed up with\n[01:52.35] Educated punch lines, that I have to hit\n[01:54.68] Whatever I aim at, I line 'em up\n[01:56.79] Ya body is weak, ya feel the pain that, time is up\n[01:59.25] You been hit with somethin' different, isn't it?\n[02:01.44] Rakim is gonna radiate, nothin's equivalent\n[02:03.24] Nothin' can harm me, why try to bar me\n[02:05.24] You couldn't —ck around with Ra wit' a army\n[02:07.74] You'll get wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em\n[02:09.69] I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em\n[02:12.34] Wit' radiation, put 'em by the basement\n[02:14.11] Bust his chest open, bash his face in\n[02:16.67] Let it split 'em, since he brought his main man wit' 'em\n[02:18.72] He ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n[02:24.82] Let it hit 'em\n[02:29.54] Dance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase\n[02:32.26] Rhythm wit' real rough rhyme, beats with deep bass\n[02:34.07] Girls, wit' tight pants, maybe they 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the rhythm\n[03:15.37] \n[03:22.77] Now throw ya hands in the air and yell go\n[03:24.86] Rakim'll do the rest of this slow\n[03:27.22] If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up\n[03:29.51] If I slow up, they'll catch up, hell no\n[03:31.85] Wicked as I kicked it, no need to remix it\n[03:33.94] 'Cause I prefixed it, reversed and switched it\n[03:35.88] Perform to perfection, section for section\n[03:37.95] Rhymes keep connectin', ya guessin' what's next an'\n[03:40.29] Blood pressure rises, ya damn near lost it\n[03:42.92] Hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbit\n[03:44.78] 'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain\n[03:46.53] Travel through the brain hit a vein, then remain\n[03:49.18] Let it radiate, vibes will vibrate, why did you violate?\n[03:51.85] Now, I'mma have to let the style break\n[03:53.83] Bones, now the tone is ingrown\n[03:55.87] After this gets thrown, gimme another microphone\n[03:58.27] Before I get that Fifi I met\n[04:00.25] Whisper I wanna reach your intellect\n[04:02.16] Kiss her, 'cause I wanna give her the most respect\n[04:04.66] So I shine, and let my light reflect\n[04:07.05] Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older\n[04:09.26] Lay her on my shoulder, everything I told her\n[04:11.12] Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er\n[04:13.79] And you know how I did 'er, me and the rhythm hit 'er\n[04:17.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Let the Rhythm Hit ’em\n artist: Eric B. & Rakim\n album: Classic Eric B. & Rakim\n duration_ms: 328000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Let the rhythm hit 'em\n start_ms: 8130\n end_ms: 17290\n- text: I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo\n start_ms: 17290\n end_ms: 19990\n- text: Rounds of rhythm, then I'mma give 'em piano\n start_ms: 19990\n end_ms: 22070\n- text: Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin' to ricochet\n start_ms: 22070\n end_ms: 24250\n- text: Ready, aim at the brain, now what the trigger say\n start_ms: 24250\n end_ms: 26500\n- text: Tempos 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time to do your hair baby, brothers are bustin' at me\n Beats and bullets pass me, none on target\n They want the R hit, but watch the god get\n Quicker, the tongue is the trigger, 'cause I'm real fast\n Let off some rhythm at 'em, let 'em feel the blast\n Penetrate at a crazy rate, this ain't a .38\n Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate\n Runnin' out of ammunition, I'm done wit' em\n You ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n\n I push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner\n The hit man is the, brother wit' charisma\n Showin' you that I have, powerful paragraphs\n Followers become leaders, but without a path\n Ya mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye\n Rhymes are blurred, then it occurred, that you heard I\n Reduced the friction, wit' crucifixion\n Let loose the mix then, boost the piston\n\n Eric hit 'em with' some of that, cut like a lumberjack\n And me get hit back, it won't be none of that\n I'm untouchable, you see me in 3-D\n When I let the rhythm hit another emcee\n Lyrics made of lead, enters your head\n Then eruption of a mass production'll spread\n When music gets louder, full of gun power\n Microphone machinery, when I see a crowd of\n\n Party people pumpin' they fist like this\n Ya hide in the back, thinkin' that I might miss\n But the R is accurate, plus I'm packed up with\n Educated punch lines, that I have to hit\n Whatever I aim at, I line 'em up\n Ya body is weak, ya feel the pain that, time is up\n You been hit with somethin' different, isn't it?\n Rakim is gonna radiate, nothin's equivalent\n\n Nothin' can harm me, why try to bar me\n You couldn't —ck around with Ra wit' a army\n You'll get wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em\n I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em\n Wit' radiation, put 'em by the basement\n Bust his chest open, bash his face in\n Let it split 'em, since he brought his main man wit' 'em\n He ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n Let it hit 'em\n\n Dance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase\n Rhythm wit' real rough rhyme, beats with deep bass\n Girls, wit' tight pants, maybe they might dance\n Tonight if the R's on the mic, there's a slight chance\n The crowd is crucial, emcees grounds are neutral\n Now that you're here, let me introduce you\n Get ready, I'm hard to read like graffiti, but steady\n Science I drop is real heavy\n Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty\n Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy\n\n The prescription's one every hour, now it's a habit\n Ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic\n Attention, follow directions, real close\n Keep out of reach of children, beware of overdose\n Too many milligram, but what made a iller jam\n My rhymes is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man\n Ideas for the ear to fear, might split 'em\n He'll never forget 'em, he'll rest in peace wit' 'em\n At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em\n The last breath of the words of death, was the rhythm\n\n Now throw ya hands in the air and yell go\n Rakim'll do the rest of this slow\n If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up\n If I slow up, they'll catch up, hell no\n Wicked as I kicked it, no need to remix it\n 'Cause I prefixed it, reversed and switched it\n Perform to perfection, section for section\n Rhymes keep connectin', ya guessin' what's next an'\n\n Blood pressure rises, ya damn near lost it\n Hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbit\n 'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain\n Travel through the brain hit a vein, then remain\n Let it radiate, vibes will vibrate, why did you violate?\n Now, I'mma have to let the style break\n Bones, now the tone is ingrown\n After this gets thrown, gimme another microphone\n\n Before I get that Fifi I met\n Whisper I wanna reach your intellect\n Kiss her, 'cause I wanna give her the most respect\n So I shine, and let my light reflect\n Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older\n Lay her on my shoulder, everything I told her\n Makes her feel secure whenever I'm 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the rhythm hit 'em\n\nI'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo\nRounds of rhythm, then I'mma give 'em piano\nBring a bullet-proof vest, nothin' to ricochet\nReady, aim at the brain, now what the trigger say\nTempos trifle, felt like a rifle\nMassage 'n' melodies, might go right through\nSimultaneously, like a uzi, nothin' could bruise me\nLyrics let up when ladies say don't lose me\nSo reload quickly, and you better hit me\nWhile I'm lettin' this Fifi get wit' me\n\nThey're steppin' wit' 007, better make it snappy\nNo time to do your hair baby, brothers are bustin' at me\nBeats and bullets pass me, none on target\nThey want the R hit, but watch the god get\nQuicker, the tongue is the trigger, 'cause I'm real fast\nLet off some rhythm at 'em, let 'em feel the blast\nPenetrate at a crazy rate, this ain't a .38\nHit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate\nRunnin' out of ammunition, I'm done wit' em\nYou ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n\nI push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner\nThe hit man is the, brother wit' charisma\nShowin' you that I have, powerful paragraphs\nFollowers become leaders, but without a path\nYa mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye\nRhymes are blurred, then it occurred, that you heard I\nReduced the friction, wit' crucifixion\nLet loose the mix then, boost the piston\n\nEric hit 'em with' some of that, cut like a lumberjack\nAnd me get hit back, it won't be none of that\nI'm untouchable, you see me in 3-D\nWhen I let the rhythm hit another emcee\nLyrics made of lead, enters your head\nThen eruption of a mass production'll spread\nWhen music gets louder, full of gun power\nMicrophone machinery, when I see a crowd of\n\nParty people pumpin' they fist like this\nYa hide in the back, thinkin' that I might miss\nBut the R is accurate, plus I'm packed up with\nEducated punch lines, that I have to hit\nWhatever I aim at, I line 'em up\nYa body is weak, ya feel the pain that, time is up\nYou been hit 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ammunition\nI'm done wit' 'em\nYou ask me how I did 'em\nI let the rhythm hit 'em\nI push a power that's punishable\nBetter be a prisoner\nThe hit man is the\nBrother wit' charisma\nShowing you that I have\nPowerful paragraphs\nFollowers will become leaders\nBut without a path\nYa mentally paralyzed\nCrippled ya third eye\nRhymes are blurred\nThen it occurred that you heard I\nReduced the friction\nWith crucifixion\nLet loose the mix\nThen boost the piston\nEric hit 'em with' some of that\nCut like a lumberjack\nAnd me gettin' hit back\nIt won't be none of that\nI'm untouchable\nYou see me in 3-D\nWhen I let the rhythm\nHit another M.C.\nLyrics made of lead\nEnters your head\nThen eruptions of a mass production\nWill spread when\nMusic is louder\nFull of gunpowder\nMicrophone machinery\nWhen I see a crowd of\nParty people pumpin'\nTheir fist like this\nYa hide in the back\nThinkin' that I might miss\nBut the R is accurate\nPlus I'm packed up with\nEducated punch lines\nThat I have to 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proof vest\n Nothin' to ricochet\n Ready to aim at the brain\n Now what the trigger say\n Tempos triflin'\n Felt like a rifle\n Massage 'n' melodies\n Might go right through\n Simultaneously like an Uzi\n Nothin' can bruise me\n Lyrics let up when lady\n Say don't lose me\n So reload quickly\n And you better hit me\n While I'm lettin'\n This fifi get wit' me\n You steppin' with 007\n Better make it snappy\n No time to do your hair, baby\n Brothers are bustin' at me\n Beats and bullets pass me\n None on target\n They want the R hit\n But watch the God get\n Quicker, the tongue is the trigger\n 'Cause I'm real fast\n Let off some rhythm at 'em\n Let 'em feel the blast\n Penetrate at a crazy rate\n This ain't thirty-eight\n Hit 'em at point blank range\n And watch 'em radiate\n Runnin' out of ammunition\n I'm done wit' 'em\n You ask me how I did 'em\n I let the rhythm hit 'em\n I push a power that's punishable\n Better be a prisoner\n The hit man is the\n Brother wit' charisma\n Showing you that I have\n Powerful paragraphs\n Followers will become leaders\n But without a path\n Ya mentally paralyzed\n Crippled ya third eye\n Rhymes are blurred\n Then it occurred that you heard I\n Reduced the friction\n With crucifixion\n Let loose the mix\n Then boost the piston\n Eric hit 'em with' some of that\n Cut like a lumberjack\n And me gettin' hit back\n It won't be none of that\n I'm untouchable\n You see me in 3-D\n When I let the rhythm\n Hit another M.C.\n Lyrics made of lead\n Enters your head\n Then eruptions of a mass production\n Will spread when\n Music is louder\n Full of gunpowder\n Microphone machinery\n When I see a crowd of\n Party people pumpin'\n Their fist like this\n Ya hide in the back\n Thinkin' that I might miss\n But the R is accurate\n Plus I'm packed up with\n Educated punch lines\n That I have to hit\n Whatever I aim at\n I line 'em up\n Ya body is weak, feel with pain\n That time is up\n You been hit with somethin'\n Different, isn't it?\n Rakim is gonna radiate\n And nothing's equivalent\n Nothin' can harm me\n Why try to bar me\n You couldn't come around\n To rob with a army\n You'll get wrecked by the architect\n So respect 'em\n I disconnect 'em,\n Soon as I inject 'em\n With radiation\n Put 'em by the basement\n Bust his chest open\n Bash his face in\n Let it split 'em\n Since he brought his main man wit' 'em\n He ask me how I did 'em\n I let the rhythm hit 'em\n Let it hit 'em\n Dance floor's dangerous\n Packed in like a briefcase\n Rhythm with real rough rhyme\n Beats with deep bass\n Girls with tight pants\n Maybe they might dance\n Tonight if the Rs on the mike\n There's a slight chance\n The crowd is crucial\n M.C.'s grounds are neutral\n Now that you're here\n Let me introduce you\n Get ready\n I'm hard read like graffiti but steady\n Science I drop is real heavy\n Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty\n Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy\n The prescription's one every hour\n Now it's a havoc\n If ya need 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ya third eye\nRhymes are blurred, then it occurred that you heard I\nReduced the friction with crucifixion, let loose the mix then\nBoost the piston, Eric hit 'em with' some of that\n\nCut like a lumberjack and me gettin' hit back\nIt won't be none of that, I'm untouchable\nYou see me in 3-D, when I let the rhythm hit another M.C.\nLyrics made of lead, enters your head\n\nThen eruptions of a mass production\nWill spread when music is louder, full of gun power\nMicrophone machinery, when I see a crowd of\nParty people pumpin', their fist like this\nYa hide in the back, thinkin' that I might miss\n\nBut the R is accurate, plus I'm packed up with\nEducated punch lines that, I have to hit\nWhatever I aim at, I line 'em up\nYa body is weak, feel with pain, that time is up\n\nYou been hit with somethin' different, isn't it?\nRakim is gonna radiate and northin's equivalent\nNothin' can harm me, why try to bar me\nYou couldn't come around to rob with a army\n\nYou'll get wrecked by the 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up when ladies say don't lose me\nSo reload quickly, and you better hit me\nWhile I'm lettin' this Fifi get wit' me\n\nThey're steppin' wit' 007, better make it snappy\nNo time to do your hair baby, brothers are bustin' at me\nBeats and bullets pass me, none on target\nThey want the R hit, but watch the god get\nQuicker, the tongue is the trigger, 'cause I'm real fast\nLet off some rhythm at 'em, let 'em feel the blast\nPenetrate at a crazy rate, this ain't a .38\nHit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate\nRunnin' out of ammunition, I'm done wit' em\nYou ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n\nI push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner\nThe hit man is the, brother wit' charisma\nShowin' you that I have, powerful paragraphs\nFollowers become leaders, but without a path\nYa mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye\nRhymes are blurred, then it occurred, that you heard I\nReduced the friction, wit' crucifixion\nLet loose the mix then, boost the 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'em, since he brought his main man wit' 'em\nHe ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\nLet it hit 'em\n\nDance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase\nRhythm wit' real rough rhyme, beats with deep bass\nGirls, wit' tight pants, maybe they might dance\nTonight if the R's on the mic, there's a slight chance\nThe crowd is crucial, emcees grounds are neutral\nNow that you're here, let me introduce you\nGet ready, I'm hard to read like graffiti, but steady\nScience I drop is real heavy\nRadiant energy, that'll be the penalty\nTouch the third rail on the pain of remedy\n\nThe prescription's one every hour, now it's a habit\nYa need another hit from the freestyle fanatic\nAttention, follow directions, real close\nKeep out of reach of children, beware of overdose\nToo many milligram, but what made a iller jam\nMy rhymes is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man\nIdeas for the ear to fear, might split 'em\nHe'll never forget 'em, he'll rest in peace wit' 'em\nAt least when he 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the architect, so respect 'em\nI disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em\nWit' radiation, put 'em by the basement\nBust his chest open, bash his face in\nLet it split 'em, since he brought his main man wit' 'em\nHe ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\nLet it hit 'em\n\nDance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase\nRhythm wit' real rough rhyme, beats with deep bass\nGirls, wit' tight pants, maybe they might dance\nTonight if the R's on the mic, there's a slight chance\nThe crowd is crucial, emcees grounds are neutral\nNow that you're here, let me introduce you\nGet ready, I'm hard to read like graffiti, but steady\nScience I drop is real heavy\nRadiant energy, that'll be the penalty\nTouch the third rail on the pain of remedy\n\nThe prescription's one every hour, now it's a habit\nYa need another hit from the freestyle fanatic\nAttention, follow directions, real close\nKeep out of reach of children, beware of overdose\nToo many milligram, but what made a iller jam\nMy 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text: ''\n start_ms: 257560\nplain: |-\n Let the rhythm hit 'em\n\n I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo\n Rounds of rhythm, then I'mma give 'em piano\n Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin' to ricochet\n Ready, aim at the brain, now what the trigger say\n Tempos trifle, felt like a rifle\n Massage 'n' melodies, might go right through\n Simultaneously, like a uzi, nothin' could bruise me\n Lyrics let up when ladies say don't lose me\n So reload quickly, and you better hit me\n While I'm lettin' this Fifi get wit' me\n\n They're steppin' wit' 007, better make it snappy\n No time to do your hair baby, brothers are bustin' at me\n Beats and bullets pass me, none on target\n They want the R hit, but watch the god get\n Quicker, the tongue is the trigger, 'cause I'm real fast\n Let off some rhythm at 'em, let 'em feel the blast\n Penetrate at a crazy rate, this ain't a .38\n Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate\n Runnin' out of ammunition, I'm done wit' em\n You ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n\n I push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner\n The hit man is the, brother wit' charisma\n Showin' you that I have, powerful paragraphs\n Followers become leaders, but without a path\n Ya mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye\n Rhymes are blurred, then it occurred, that you heard I\n Reduced the friction, wit' crucifixion\n Let loose the mix then, boost the piston\n\n Eric hit 'em with' some of that, cut like a lumberjack\n And me get hit back, it won't be none of that\n I'm untouchable, you see me in 3-D\n When I let the rhythm hit another emcee\n Lyrics made of lead, enters your head\n Then eruption of a mass production'll spread\n When music gets louder, full of gun power\n Microphone machinery, when I see a crowd of\n\n Party people pumpin' they fist like this\n Ya hide in the back, thinkin' that I might miss\n But the R is accurate, plus I'm packed up with\n Educated punch lines, that I have to hit\n Whatever I aim at, I line 'em up\n Ya body is weak, ya feel the pain that, time is up\n You been hit with somethin' different, isn't it?\n Rakim is gonna radiate, nothin's equivalent\n\n Nothin' can harm me, why try to bar me\n You couldn't —ck around with Ra wit' a army\n You'll get wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em\n I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em\n Wit' radiation, put 'em by the basement\n Bust his chest open, bash his face in\n Let it split 'em, since he brought his main man wit' 'em\n He ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n Let it hit 'em\n\n Dance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase\n Rhythm wit' real rough rhyme, beats with deep bass\n Girls, wit' tight pants, maybe they might dance\n Tonight if the R's on the mic, there's a slight chance\n The crowd is crucial, emcees grounds are neutral\n Now that you're here, let me introduce you\n Get ready, I'm hard to read like graffiti, but steady\n Science I drop is real heavy\n Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty\n Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy\n\n The prescription's one every hour, now it's a habit\n Ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic\n Attention, follow directions, real close\n Keep out of reach of children, beware of overdose\n Too many milligram, but what made a iller jam\n My rhymes is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man\n Ideas for the ear to fear, might split 'em\n He'll never forget 'em, he'll rest in peace wit' 'em\n At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em\n The last breath of the words of death, was the rhythm\n\n Now throw ya hands in the air and yell go\n Rakim'll do the rest of this slow\n If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up\n If I slow up, they'll catch up, hell no\n Wicked as I kicked it, no need to remix it\n 'Cause I prefixed it, reversed and switched it\n Perform to perfection, section for section\n Rhymes keep connectin', ya guessin' what's next an'\n\n Blood pressure rises, ya damn near lost it\n Hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbit\n 'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain\n Travel through the brain hit a vein, then remain\n Let it radiate, vibes will vibrate, why did you violate?\n Now, I'mma have to let the style break\n Bones, now the tone is ingrown\n After this gets thrown, gimme another microphone\n\n Before I get that Fifi I met\n Whisper I wanna reach your intellect\n Kiss her, 'cause I wanna give her the most respect\n So I shine, and let my light reflect\n Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older\n Lay her on my shoulder, everything I told her\n Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er\n And you know how I did 'er, me and the rhythm hit 'er\n"},{"id":36152222,"name":"Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em","trackName":"Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"[1990] Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let the rhythm hit 'em\n\nI'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo\nRounds of rhythm, then I'mma give 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ammunition, I'm done wit' em\nYou ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em\n\nI push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner\nThe hit man is the, brother wit' charisma\nShowin' you that I have, powerful paragraphs\nFollowers become leaders, but without a path\nYa mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye\nRhymes are blurred, then it occurred, that you heard I\nReduced the friction, wit' crucifixion\nLet loose the mix then, boost the piston\n\nEric hit 'em with' some of that, cut like a lumberjack\nAnd me get hit back, it won't be none of that\nI'm untouchable, you see me in 3-D\nWhen I let the rhythm hit another emcee\nLyrics made of lead, enters your head\nThen eruption of a mass production'll spread\nWhen music gets louder, full of gun power\nMicrophone machinery, when I see a crowd of\n\nParty people pumpin' they fist like this\nYa hide in the back, thinkin' that I might miss\nBut the R is accurate, plus I'm packed up with\nEducated punch lines, that I have to 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