Hit!
File:Hit movie poster 1970s.gif
The movie poster for the film Hit!
Directed by Sidney J. Furie
Produced by Harry Korshak
Written by Alan Trustman
David M. Wolf
Starring Billy Dee Williams
Richard Pryor
Music by Lalo Schifrin
Cinematography John Alonzo
Distributed by Paramount Pictures
Release date(s) September 18, 1973
Running time 134 minutes
Country United States
Language English

Hit! is a 1973 action film directed by Sidney J. Furie and starring Billy Dee Williams and Richard Pryor. It is about a federal agent trying to destroy a drug zone after his daughter dies from a heroin overdose.

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Hit

Hit is a verb meaning to strike someone or something.

Hit or HIT may also refer to:

Education

  • Harbin Institute of Technology, China
  • Hanze Institute of Technology, The Netherlands
  • Heritage Institute of Technology, Kolkata, India
  • Holon Institute of Technology, Israel
  • Harare Institute of Technology, Zimbabwe
  • In business

  • Hitachi, Ltd., NYSE ticker symbol
  • Hongkong International Terminals Ltd.
  • Heavy Industries Taxila, a military complex in Pakistan
  • Hit Fm (disambiguation), various radio stations
  • Hit (drink), a Venezuelan carbonated soft drink
  • Computing and the internet

  • Hit (internet), a single request for a file from a web server
  • Human Intelligence Task by Amazon Mechanical Turk
  • Science and medicine

  • Health information technology
  • Heparin-induced thrombocytopenia
  • Herd immunity threshold of vaccination, to induce herd immunity against a communicable disease
  • Hibernation induction trigger, blood substance irreproducibly believed to induce animal hibernation
  • Places

  • Hit, Qasr-e Qand, a village in Iran
  • Hīt, Iraq, a town
  • Hitā

    Hitā (Sanskrit: हिता) means 'causeway' or 'dike'. In the Upanishads this word is used to mean 'subtle connections' or 'canals of subtle energies', or particular 'nerves' or 'veins'. The journey to the heart is said to be through seventy-two thousand subtle channels called Hitā; they are the beneficent active veins (filled with different types of serums).

    Dilemma of Balaki

    Proud Balaki skilled in expounding, eloquent, went to Ajatsatru, the King of Benares, to impart superior wisdom to him which he knew only as the conditioned Brahman; he knew about the physical and physiological categories and therefore, the king soon realized that Balaki did not know about Brahman. Balaki was not aware of the fact that whatever he knew was the result of ignorance, that the results of ignorance, being finite things, are separated from him. Ajatsatru then tells Balaki Gargya that reality is to be found in the deep-sleep-consciousness. Pippalada, the sage of the Prashna Upanishad, holds that sleep is caused by the senses being absorbed in that highest 'sensorium' the mind, which is why in deep sleep man is not able to hear, not to see, nor to smell because the mind is then merged into an ocean of light.

    Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Another Hit

    by: Ultimate Force

    Forget what people say
    Forget what record companies and other people
    Who think they know what's going on say you must do to be successful
    Do what that voice in your head tells you to do
    [JB's:] (Make it funky) (funky) (funky)
    [Rakim:] (One after the other one, then I make another one)
    [VERSE 1: Master Rob]
    Shhh...
    Now everybody listen up, check one-two
    (Do what you gotta do)
    I'm flowin like the Mississippi river
    Contain more proteine than grade-a liver
    You said I'm a so-so, yo, so sit back
    You threw up your joints and I went whip-whap-
    Whip, yeah, now you got a big lip
    Damn, I wonder why some brothers flip
    Like pancakes, extendin false handshakes
    And plastic smiles and all the while
    The Master has to cast the vote
    And that's guilty, yo, that's the verdict, you heard it
    Yo Diamond, are you there? (Y-) (Y-) (You know it)
    Yeah, now it's time to show it
    Cause everything's in order and it's showtime
    I get involved with the crowd cause I can hold mine
    Like a sailor sittin at a bar
    Low and behold, catch a risin star
    The Ultimate Force, the talk of the industry
    I'm low-key, I keep my shit (? indiscrete?)
    I might laugh and joke a lot
    Don't sleep, gee, I knock a rapper out the box
    Like skelsy, you'll say, "Well hell he's
    Kinda swift with the gift I must admit"
    These are the ingredients for another hit
    [JB's:] (Funky)
    (Make it funky)
    (Make it funky)
    [Rakim:] (One after the other one, then I make another one)
    (Make it funky)
    (Make it funky)
    [VERSE 2: Master Rob]
    Spending hours with Diamond lookin for loops
    (Yo Rob, how's this?) The question is moot
    So, excuse me as I kiss the sky
    I'm straight up and down like Bed-Stuy
    The track is like crack, the rush is intense
    Expandin and gettin dense
    To the point where I can sit back and say
    I wouldn't have it any other way, okay?
    Let's get somethin straight, I get papes
    Hear my joint on a Kid Capri tape
    In a Benz, a Beamer, or a limo
    Huh, you can hear my demo
    Boomin like a Dapper Dan suit
    Everything's for real, I could never be a fluke
    I hold my head and stay well fed
    Don't try to get fat because that shit is dead
    Like a battery that's three months old
    Me and Diamond are on the road
    To the riches, that's where everything switches
    Brothers stop spreadin rumors like little bitches
    About my crew, and get a forty
    Gettin naughty, tell your boys that you saw me
    Catchin wreck I collect respect
    On stage, vinyl, CD or cassette
    Extremely legit
    These are the ingredients for another hit
    [JB's:] (Make it funky)
    (Make it funky)
    [Rakim:] (One after the other one, then I make another one)
    (Make it funky)
    (Make it funky)
    [VERSE 3: Master Rob]
    Ultimate productions, Ultimate lyrics
    An Ultimate combination to make you feel it
    You might say to yourself, yeah, they can better it
    But you can save that kiddiegarten rhetoric
    Patience is a virtue
    And I can go the whole nine yards just like Herschel
    Walker, cause I'm a night stalker
    I got my own, I could never be a hawker
    Yeah, now that's the ticket
    I'm gettin funky like Wilson Pickett
    James Brown and Rufus Thomas
    I captivate the crowd, that's a promise
    It doesn't matter where I go
    New York, L.A., Detroit or Chicago
    And overseas promoters say, "Please come back"
    Because I got it like that
    So remember the Force is Ultimate
    These are the ingredients for another hit
    [JB's:] (Make it funky)
    (Make it funky)
    [Rakim:] (One after the other one, then I make another one)
    (Make it funky)




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