Tekster:
Eric B Rakim Let The Rhythm Hit Em

Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium Seen a all-world covered girl, I said 'Hey lady I'm Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up Or interveen

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

them with it Brother bustin braincells, thinkin of a rap With the same old style, we had enough of that We all need somethin to step to And don't forget to, cause I won't let

Planet, Earth, was my place of birth Born to be the soul controller of the universe Besides the part of the map I hit first Any environment I can adapt

Planet Earth was my place of birth Born to be the SOLE controller of the universe Besides the part of the map I hit first Any a rhyme that I can adapt

This is the way that I done, all of my competition Peep em, as I, keep em eager to listen Keep em eager to listen [Rakim] The performance I give em

eye, if you're blind You know with a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo I'm the brother whoSE ideas are colorful Givin em insight, but givin em trouble to

off of none of the drums. Words that I made'll create an iller scene, Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine. Hook 'em up to a respirator, cuz

need to reminisce, see if you can step to this [Eric B. cuts up the phrase "Back to the lab"] Step back [Eric B. cuts up the phrase "Back to the lab"] [Eric B