Eric B. , Rakim - The Punisher lyrics

Kill em' again!

Try to identify the man in front of ya
But it ain't the role, the
Gear, or the money, the
Swift intellectionist with plenty of
Bite, if it's dark
I'll spark every one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd
If it's questioned
I got the answer, it includes directions
Go manufacture a match, show me after
A blast of a master that
Has to make musical massacre
Attack your rap 'till it's handicapped
You'll never hold the mic again
Try to hand it back
For every rapper that comes
I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck, if he swallows
It hums
Slice from ear-to-ear, so he can hear better
Before he bleed to death, hear
Hear every letter
And you can see how quick and
Thick the blood can get
If you try to change the style or the subject
As I get deep in the rhyme, I'm becomin' a
MC murderer, before I'm done, I'mma
Prepare the chamber, the torture's comin' up
Trip through the mind
At the end you'll find it's The Punisher!

Kill 'em again!

I hold the mic as hostage, MC's as ransom
Rhymes'll punish 'em 'cause they
Don't understand 'em i heat up his brain
Then explain that I hand him
A red-hot microphone that's how I brand 'em
Rhymes fall in formation, unite and ignite
Like a platoon puttin' bullet
Wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it ain't no mercy
Give 'em an autopsy, killed by versin' me
I took a kid and cut off his eyelids
Killin' him slow so he could see what I did
And if he don't understand what I said
I'm pushin' his eyeballs wayyyy to
The back of his head
So he can see what he's gettin' into
A part of the mind that he never been through
A journey is comin' 'cause ya gettin' sent to
A place harder to find
But it's all in the mental
I run a brain scan to locate his game plan
When I'm through with his brain
He ain't the same man
Did he lose his mind or lost in his mind?
But this ain't the lost and
Found because ya can't find
Your foundation, coastin'
Your mind is driftin' in slow motion frozen
Looks like another murder at the Mardi Gras
B too late to send out a search party
Once ya out of ya head
Then ya can't get back
I give him a map, but he still get trapped
So prepare the chamber
The torture's comin' up
Trip through the mind
At the end you'll find it's The Punisher!

Kill 'em again!

Dangerous rhymes performed like surgery
Cuts so deep, you'll be bleedin' burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects
Your cerebral cortex
Your cerebellum is next!
Your conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon, your response is nonsense
The last words are blurred
Mumbled then slurred
Then your verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung fried
So good you're tongue-tied
He couldn't swing or hang
So he hung 'till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again
Again and again, again and again
I leave him in the mausoleum
So you can see him
I got a dead-emceein' museum
When I create 'em
I cremate 'em and complicate 'em
You can't save 'em, there's no ultimatum
Mics lay around full of ashes
With the victim's name in slashes
Got a long list and I'mma get every one of ya
Beware of The Punisher!

Then I'ma kill 'em again!

Wake 'em up kill 'em again!