I'm t-n-t

And i just can't lose

An emcee with a fuse

When it's lit i hit

With the lyrical wit

Of a scientist

Tryin' this

Sugar coated

Rhyme loaded

With gunpowder

Now see how the

Crowd will yell louder

Now the

Rhyme is dropped

You hear a pop

You think it's a shot

But you just can't stop

Your heart vibrates

At my rate

So why wait

I hate to be irate

Anger causes rhyme combustion

Like a tornado winds start gustin'

Rhymes unload reload and explode

Riding on the same wave malcolm x rode

On a higher level cause i left the rest

Outcast outlast f- the press

When i hit it's like a bulldozer

Boom and there goes ya

Whole world up in smoke

Cause when i go i go for broke

Yo i'm on the hyped tip

I get on the mic with

Tunnel vision

Cause i'm mic whipped

Strung from the lung to tongue

I breathe rhymes

That come from

A zone that's hidden

And forbidden

If any man enters

Good riddance

Cause a mortal mind

Is just no contest

The rhyme zone

Is my conquest

The twilight zone

Will seem like child's play

Am i a genius

I'll say

I'm so cool

And yet so hyped

When i'm on the mic

It's something like

World war ii

Remember pearl harbor

Fireworks

But don't bother

To run for cover

You don't escape

On record

Compact disc or tape

Once you play it

The fuse is lit

An explosion

You gettin' hit

Rhythmic prophecies

Visions visions i forsee

Me blowin' up in your face

Now stop to see

Smoke fumes

In the shape of a mushroom

Cloud the room

Cause i went boom

I'll light the sky

Like halley's comet

When it comes to rap

I'm it

I'm blowin' up

I'm blowin' up

For the fans that crave

Hip hop with relevance

I'm here to save

Rap from an early grave

Like a god i gave

Life to the mic

As i watch it enslave

All the sellouts

Who yell out

Obscenities and spell out

Money to propell out

Of the ghetto

But like othello

You kill the mic

A cappella

You're in the rap cellar

You rap like

Rap is a dash for cash

You'll run out of gas

It's a marathon

How long can you last

With repetitious nothing

Renditions of something

You can't create

So you imitate the pumpin'

Only the strongest

Can last the longest

I last

My reign is the longest

In hip-hop history

Check the book

Victory after victory

Man look

Rappin' is a science

The mic is an appliance

So i applied it

To an alliance of words

Put 'em in a rhyme zone

Blow 'em up

Like a time bomb

Other emcees

Caugt the debris

Little bits and pieces of me

Put my ideas on

A track you laid

Is like pulling my pen

Like a grenade

I'm blowin' up

Clap

Your hands to that

Old track that brought back

The man that rap

Better than the next man

I take an ex-fan

And make 'em rock harder than any other can

Whoever didn't understand

My game plan

Should feel ashamed

Like a lame

Cause i'm the same man

That ran the rap yard for years

Worked hard for years

Never got paid slaved and starved for years

Then other rappers came off

With rhymes that were soft

I went with the flow

And you said that i fell off

Don't be bogus

Where's your focus

Did what i had to do to make you take notice

Now the dollar's rolling

No more holding

Back the rap attack i'm back on top controlling

The whole rap game again

Like i did way back when

Def jam was a dream i mean

I was slaying men

I opened my eyes realized and revised

How to get paid

Money was made

Cause i'm wise

Enough to do anything

So i did it

Weak rappers forget it

We've passed the time

Of the nickel and dime rhyme

The proof is in the pudding that's

Why i'm blowin' up

I'm blowin' up

Whoever thinks he wants some

He don't want none

He's got to be insane

Or plain dumb

But if you think

You got something to prove

Jump make your move

But come in a tank

And ten suits of armor

I won't whip ya

I'll bomb ya

When you're on fire

It still ain't enough

Cause i won't just bury you boy

I'll blow ya up








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