Lyrics

[Intro] All you motherfucking haters out there can suck my motherfucking dick You guys know who I'm talking to! [Verse 1] I'm the arsenal I got artillery, lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm (You will never punk me!) Then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet-proof vest Nothin' to ricochet Ready to aim at the brain Now what the trigger say Tempos triflin' Felt like a rifle Massage 'n' melodies (You will never punk me!) Might go right through Simultaneously like an Uzi Nothin' can bruise me Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me So re-load quickly And you better hit mе While I'm lettin' this fifi get wit mе (You will never punk me!) You steppin' with .007 Better make it snappy No time to do your hair, baby Brothers are bustin' at me Beats and bullets pass me None on target They want the R hit (You will never punk me!) But wtch the god get Quicker, the tongue is the trigger 'Cause I'm real fast 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 (You will never punk me!) And watch 'em radiate Runnin' out of ammunition I'm done wit' em You ask me how I did 'em I let the rhythm hit 'em [Chorus] You don't have enough money to buy me You don't have nothing to offer me You can't kill me Even if you try, I can't die [Verse 2] I push a power that's punishable Better be a prisoner The hit man is the (You will never punk me!) Brother wit' charisma Showing you that I have Powerful paragraphs Followers will become leaders But without a path Ya mentally paralyzed Crippled ya third eye Rhymes are blurred (You will never punk me!) Then it occurred that you heard I Reduced the friction with crucifixion Let loose the mix then Boost the piston Eric hit 'em with' some of that Cut like a lumberjack And me gettin' hit back (You will never punk me!) It won't be none of that I'm untouchable You see me in 3-D When I let the rhythm hit another M.C Lyrics made of lead Enters your head Then eruptions of a mass production (You will never punk me!) Will spread when Music is louder Full of gunpower Microphone machinery When I see a crowd of Party people pumpin' Their fist like this Ya hide in the back (You will never punk me!) Thinkin' that I might miss But the R is accurate Plus I'm packed up with Educated punch lines that I have to hit Whatever I aim at I line 'em up Ya body is weak, feel with pain (You will never punk me!) That time is up You been hit with somethin' Different, isn't it? Rakim is gonna radiate and nothing's equivalent Nothin' can harm me Why try to bar me You couldn't come around to rob with a army (You will never punk me!) You'll get wrecked by the architect So respect 'em I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em With radiation Put 'em by the basement Bust his chest open (You will never punk me!) Bash his face in Let it split 'im Since he brought his main man wit' 'im He ask me how I did 'im I let the rhythm hit 'im [Chorus] You don't have enough money to buy me You don't have nothing to offer me (Let it hit 'im) You can't kill me Even if you try, I can't die Dance floor's dangerous Packed in like a briefcase Rhyth with ral rough rhyme (You will never punk me!) Beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants Maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on the mike There's a slight chance The crowd is crucial M.C.'s grounds are neutral (You will never punk me!) Now that you're here let me introduce you Get ready I'm hard read like graffiti but steady Science I drop is real heavy Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy (You will never punk me!) The prescription's one every hour Now it's a havoc If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic Attention: follow directions real close Keep out of reach of children (You will never punk me!) Beware of overdose Too many milligram But what made a iller jam My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts That kill a man Ideas for the ear to fear Might split 'im He'll never forget 'im (You will never punk me!) He'll rest in peace wit' 'em At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im The last breath of the words of death Was the rhythm [Chorus] You don't have enough money to buy me You don't have nothing to offer me (You will never punk me!) You can't kill me Even if you try, I can't die (You will never punk me!)