by Eric B. & Rakim
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I'm rated "R"...this is a warning, ya better void,
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Poets are paranoid, DJ's D-stroyed,
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Cuz I came back to attack others in spite-
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Strike like lightnin', It's quite frightenin'!
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But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park,
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Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
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Ya tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
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What's that, lighten up! You see a sight but,
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Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick,
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You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick!
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Music's the clue, when I come your warned,
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Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone!
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Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
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This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a
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death wish, so come on, step to this
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hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist!
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Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street,
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you come in my realm ya get beat!
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This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
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All ya see is the meters at a volume,
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pumping Lyrics of Fury!
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it's a ....fearified freestyle!
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Terror in the styles, never error-files,
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indeed I'm known-your exiled!
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For those that oppose to be level or next to this...
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I ain't a devil and this ain't the Exorcist!
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worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink,
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the pain's a migraine every time ya think,
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Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear:
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The R-A-K-I-M in your ear;
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Then the beat is hysterical,
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that makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
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soon the lyrical format is superior,
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faces of death remain,
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MC's decaying, cuz they never stayed,
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the scene of a crime every night at the show,
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the fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
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It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
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melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
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a horn if want the style I posses,
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I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
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for those that envy a MC it can be,
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hazardous to your health so be friendly,
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a matter of life and death, just like a etch-a-sketch,
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shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
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after the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
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if not, my soul'll release!
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the scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it,
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cuz you're about to see a disasterous sight,
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a performance never again performed on a mic:
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Lyrics of fury!
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Lyrics of Fury
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Tricky |