Im t-n-t
And I just cant lose
An emcee with a fuse
When its 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 its a shot
But you just cant 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 its like a bulldozer
Boom and there goes ya
Whole world up in smoke
Cause when I go I go for broke
Yo Im on the hyped tip
I get on the mic with
Tunnel vision
Cause Im mic whipped
Strung from the lung to tongue
I breathe rhymes
That come from
A zone thats 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 childs play
Am I a genius
Ill say
Im so cool
And yet so hyped
When Im on the mic
Its something like
World war ii
Remember pearl harbor
Fireworks
But dont bother
To run for cover
You dont 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
Ill light the sky
Like halleys comet
When it comes to rap
Im it
Im blowin up
Im blowin up
For the fans that crave
Hip hop with relevance
Im 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
Youre in the rap cellar
You rap like
Rap is a dash for cash
Youll run out of gas
Its a marathon
How long can you last
With repetitious nothing
Renditions of something
You cant 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
Im 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 didnt understand
My game plan
Should feel ashamed
Like a lame
Cause Im 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
Dont be bogus
Wheres your focus
Did what I had to do to make you take notice
Now the dollars rolling
No more holding
Back the rap attack Im 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 Im wise
Enough to do anything
So I did it
Weak rappers forget it
Weve passed the time
Of the nickel and dime rhyme
The proof is in the pudding thats
Why Im blowin up
Im blowin up
Whoever thinks he wants some
He dont want none
Hes 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 wont whip ya
Ill bomb ya
When youre on fire
It still aint enough
Cause I wont just bury you boy
Ill blow ya up
