Texty: Eric B. & Rakim. Lyrics of Fury.
I'm rated 'R', this is a warning, ya better void
Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed
'Cuz I came back to attack others in spite
Strike like lightnin', it's quite frightenin'
But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park
Not a scream or a cry or a bark more like a spark
Ya tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up
What's that lighten up, you see a sight but
Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick
Music's the clue, when I come your warned
Apocalypse now, when I'm done, ya gone
Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a
Death wish, so come on step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street
You come in my realm, ya get beat
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry
All ya see is the meters at a volume pumping
Lyrics of fury
It's a, a fearified freestyle
Terror in the styles, never error files
Indeed I'm known, your exiled
For those that oppose to be level or next to this
I ain't a devil and this ain't the exorcist
Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink
The pain's a migraine every time ya think
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear
The R A K I M in your ear
Then the beat is hysterical
That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack
Soon the lyrical format is superior, faces of death remain
MC's decaying, 'cuz they never stayed
The scene of a crime every night at the show
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know
It's only one capable, breaks the unbreakable
Melodies unmakable, pattern unescapable
A horn if want the style I posses
I bless the child, the earth, the Gods and bomb the rest
For those that envy a MC it can be
Hazardous to your health so be friendly
A matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch
Shake 'til your clear, make it disappear, make the next
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, if not, my soul'll release
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it
'Cuz your about to see a disastrous sight
A performance never again performed on a mic
Lyrics of fury
A fearified freestyle
The "R" is in the house, too much tension
Make sure the system's loud when I mention
Phrases that's fearsome
You want to hear some sounds
That not only pounds but please your eardrums
I sit back and observe the whole scenery
Then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me
Strictly business I'm quickly in this mood
And I don't care if the whole crowd's a witness
I'm a tear you apart but I'm a spare you a heart
Program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start
Rhythm's out of the radius, insane as the craziest
Musical madness MC ever made, see it's
Now an emergency, open-heart surgery
Open your mind, you will find every word'll be
Furier than ever, I remain the future
Battle's tempting whatever suits ya
For words the sentence, there's no resemblance
You think you're ruffer, then suffer the consequences
I'm never dying terrifying results
I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts
Mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation
Novicane ease the pain it might save him
If not, Eric B.'s the judge, the crowd's the jury
How do I plead to homicide?
Lyrics of fury
They're getting furier
A fearified freestyle
Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed
'Cuz I came back to attack others in spite
Strike like lightnin', it's quite frightenin'
But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park
Not a scream or a cry or a bark more like a spark
Ya tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up
What's that lighten up, you see a sight but
Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick
Music's the clue, when I come your warned
Apocalypse now, when I'm done, ya gone
Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a
Death wish, so come on step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street
You come in my realm, ya get beat
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry
All ya see is the meters at a volume pumping
Lyrics of fury
It's a, a fearified freestyle
Terror in the styles, never error files
Indeed I'm known, your exiled
For those that oppose to be level or next to this
I ain't a devil and this ain't the exorcist
Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink
The pain's a migraine every time ya think
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear
The R A K I M in your ear
Then the beat is hysterical
That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack
Soon the lyrical format is superior, faces of death remain
MC's decaying, 'cuz they never stayed
The scene of a crime every night at the show
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know
It's only one capable, breaks the unbreakable
Melodies unmakable, pattern unescapable
A horn if want the style I posses
I bless the child, the earth, the Gods and bomb the rest
For those that envy a MC it can be
Hazardous to your health so be friendly
A matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch
Shake 'til your clear, make it disappear, make the next
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, if not, my soul'll release
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it
'Cuz your about to see a disastrous sight
A performance never again performed on a mic
Lyrics of fury
A fearified freestyle
The "R" is in the house, too much tension
Make sure the system's loud when I mention
Phrases that's fearsome
You want to hear some sounds
That not only pounds but please your eardrums
I sit back and observe the whole scenery
Then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me
Strictly business I'm quickly in this mood
And I don't care if the whole crowd's a witness
I'm a tear you apart but I'm a spare you a heart
Program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start
Rhythm's out of the radius, insane as the craziest
Musical madness MC ever made, see it's
Now an emergency, open-heart surgery
Open your mind, you will find every word'll be
Furier than ever, I remain the future
Battle's tempting whatever suits ya
For words the sentence, there's no resemblance
You think you're ruffer, then suffer the consequences
I'm never dying terrifying results
I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts
Mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation
Novicane ease the pain it might save him
If not, Eric B.'s the judge, the crowd's the jury
How do I plead to homicide?
Lyrics of fury
They're getting furier
A fearified freestyle
Eric B. & Rakim
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