I'm Hittin' Hard Lyrics - Singles - Kool Moe Dee

Ladies and gentlemen 

Gentlemen and ladies 

Adults teenagers adolescents and babies 

No if's and's but's or maybe's 

I want the whole world to rock today 

Because I said I was and always was 

The baddest rapper on the mic and I proved it does 

Make a difference 

On the way you think you syn- 

Cronize the wise tries 

To overcome the dumb the drum 

Beats a pattern that turns into 

A catalyst that'll just 

Grab your ear you had to hear 

A rhyme's contents 

Beyond nonsense 

If you're not convinced 

Get tense and wince 

Cause I'll make a skeptic 

Look epileptic 

Shake and brake like the holy ghost connected 

His body and soul 

I control 

His mind is mine cause my 

Rhyme holds 

Minds in limbo 

You resemble 

A clone of jim jones as them bones tremble 

Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief 

No chatterin' teeth 

Can cease pity or grief 

I got you flipping like a burger 

Head spinning like a top 

Weak at the knees 

And you're about to drop 

You can't find your heart 

You need a warrant to search 

Get off your knees 

Boy this ain't church 

You can pray if you wanna pray 

Say what you wanna say 

Did you forget you was ambiguous 

You're gonna pay 

For doubting my rhyme 

You better freeze your thought 

Cause I read minds 

If you got caught 

I taught 

Lessons for second-guessing 

Reroute doubt 

I reprogram and deprogram about 

Two million fans 

Through rhytmic hypnosis 

Left in a state 

Of cataclysmic neurosis 

Neurotic from a narcotic 

Known as rhyme 

Addicted to rap 

And you're a fiend for mine 

For my rap info 

You're a nympho 

I'll raise the conscience 

And then hit them so hard with the rhyme 

I'ma leave you scarred 

Cause I don't just hit ya 

I hit ya hard 

I weave the bob 

To do the job 

Set you up with the left 

As the right writes hard 

Lyrics stick and move 

Behind the groove 

As the beat gets better 

The rhyme improves 

Adversaries prepare for a telling loss 

Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts 

My rhyme is more 

Than a fight or a bout 

You ain't goin' down 

Boy you're goin' out 

No count necessary 

Cause you ain't gettin' up 

Bad mouthin' ends very 

Very very abrupt 

Thought patterns converted 

Through overt overtures 

Prepared your mind 

Much better for metaphors 

More rap classics 

Believe me there's no man 

Not bach brahms beethoven or chopin 

Polonaise would ever faze ya 

Like I faze ya I amaze ya 

Ali and fraizer i 

Get deja vu from listening to 

The rhymes that cut like an uppercut 

And rings a bell too 

I come out smoking 

Hard from the first round 

Stinging like a bee 

And the bell is the worst sound 

Cause I don't wanna let up 

If you can get up 

I'm fed up 

The rhymes are sped up 

To mess your head up 

When the rhyme is over 

They tally the scorecard 

I get more points 

Cause you hit the floor hard 

But I'm hittin' hard 

The very last thing 

That you remember 

Is a rhyme in your face 

And the crowd yell timbre 

Then you fall in a dopefiend nod 

Cause I don't just hit ya 

I hit ya hard 

When I rain 

It's more like a hurricane 

You wanna dis 

Then think of another name 

Cause I go to work 

And my rhymes slam 

Put me to the test 

You'll fail the exam 

Cause that's the kind of test 

You just can't study for 

You're guaranteed 

To end up bloody or 

Broken twisted 

Fractured blistered 

Decapitated mutilated 

Violated it's the 

Kind of defeat 

That you just can't live with 

Try to compete 

But you just can't get with 

The mental master 

Hard-ryhme supremist 

My words have ya 

Mixed like a chemist 

My rhymes flow like 

H-2-o 

Cleaned with chlorine 

To make green so 

The rhyme is purified 

You can't drink it 

Biters and suckers 

Don't even think it 

The green I made 

Is a money shade 

When the rhyme evaporates 

I get paid 

Then it's time to rain 

With the rhyme I know 

And like plants 

Watch my people grow 

I heal sick minds 

Like christ himself 

Touch the soul 

Like no one else 

There's only one 

President pope and one god 

There's only one rapper 

In that class 

And I hit ya hard