Eric B. , Rakim - Pass the Hand Grenade lyrics
[Eric B. , Rakim - Pass the Hand Grenade lyrics]
Pass the hand grenade
It's gonna blow 'cause I took out the pin
Detached the detonator, data sent
Programmed with protons
Equipped with predicates
Electrons and elements just fit
Your pronoun hit's the ground and that's that
Hit the floor like a meteor so get back
Commas and quotation marks
Separate the sparks
Followed the course in to
Avoid getting sharked
More volts than a lightning bolt
Handle with care
I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear
Armed and dangerous, trained for combat
Let off rounds and they won't respond back
Explosions I made to invade your parade
Your weak beats decay til
They can't get played
Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed
Pass the hand grenade
After the stage gets warm, I heat it up
The crowd gets charged, I speed it up
They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut
The rhyme gets good, so eat it up
Food for thought until your thoughts is sore
Fill up a coliseum, I can serve them all
Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw
And if you're overweight
Then here's some more
'Cause every dish I make tastes
Great and plus filling
If I sold a third of my rhymes
I make a killing
Get the salt and pepper from the maid
Get the blood off the blade
Pass the hand grenade
If you try this, your response is tonsillitis
I'm leaving authors and
Writers with arthritis
You got the slightest ideas
I got the brightest
Here's the lightest, so clear
It's out of sight, it's
Dark, but from the darkness, came the light
The night is the time for Ra to recite it
Educated, but complicated style
For all the biters
I'm shutting rappers up like Midas
I got the force of a Turbo Porsche
You get lost in the source
And then thrown off course
You can't destroy the decoy's to detour
No sense of direction so
What's your speed for
You wouldn't have never made it
How many styles have I created
So many rhymes I bust, you're frustrated
Then the mic will self-destruct
You'll get sprayed pass the hand grenade
It's gonna blow 'cause I took out the pin
Detached the detonator, data sent
Programmed with protons
Equipped with predicates
Electrons and elements just fit
Your pronoun hit's the ground and that's that
Hit the floor like a meteor so get back
Commas and quotation marks
Separate the sparks
Followed the course in to
Avoid getting sharked
More volts than a lightning bolt
Handle with care
I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear
Armed and dangerous, trained for combat
Let off rounds and they won't respond back
Explosions I made to invade your parade
Your weak beats decay til
They can't get played
Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed
Pass the hand grenade
After the stage gets warm, I heat it up
The crowd gets charged, I speed it up
They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut
The rhyme gets good, so eat it up
Food for thought until your thoughts is sore
Fill up a coliseum, I can serve them all
Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw
And if you're overweight
Then here's some more
'Cause every dish I make tastes
Great and plus filling
If I sold a third of my rhymes
I make a killing
Get the salt and pepper from the maid
Get the blood off the blade
Pass the hand grenade
If you try this, your response is tonsillitis
I'm leaving authors and
Writers with arthritis
You got the slightest ideas
I got the brightest
Here's the lightest, so clear
It's out of sight, it's
Dark, but from the darkness, came the light
The night is the time for Ra to recite it
Educated, but complicated style
For all the biters
I'm shutting rappers up like Midas
I got the force of a Turbo Porsche
You get lost in the source
And then thrown off course
You can't destroy the decoy's to detour
No sense of direction so
What's your speed for
You wouldn't have never made it
How many styles have I created
So many rhymes I bust, you're frustrated
Then the mic will self-destruct
You'll get sprayed pass the hand grenade