remember the tune ..,hearing “punks jump up to get beat down”..,playing in the back of the room..and kat’s that try to dis.., will be “light’s out soon..
High noon..,is next..,cold.,reflex, his chest, and he get hung by the verse..,all you heard of the kid next,that he became best friends with the hearse…
buried him with his purse..,and to make matter’s worse.,made his brain muscle burst.
So,leave the mic alone..son, better off if you run, and if you get caught, get hung by your tongue..

No games here..,God body to fear., never shed a year..,and blow up his ear, so he definetly hear..

make his muslces deflate..,rhymes don’t even rate, and if he try to escape, one rhyme is enuff weight, to make him regret hell, but, that will be his fate.
Wack kat,got to be dreamin, trying to diss must be feening,

So God body out, “remember” don’t doubt… the clout”..or you will be another mc who got knocked-out…

PEAAAACCEEEEEE!

Peep this:

And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture

I caught ya, you shoulda brought ya

Neighborhood to support ya

No one in my path will withstand

Under pressure the wrath of a swift man ( from No competiton)

I’m rated r…this is a warning, ya better void,
Poets are paranoid, dj’s d-stroyed,
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 your in a horror flick,
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick!
Music’s the clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse 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!

Just these 2 verses of Ra..,back in the day joints..will bury this kid…better put your “knuckles and your pocket”…save that…

enuff “respect due” to the God Rakim!

and remember it was originally suppose to be Eric B. & Freddie Foxxx
not Rakim. Foxxx did his whole first album on Rakim’s budget cuz Rakim kept failing to come to the studio.

R.I.P. the God Tyheem (Foxxx’s brother)