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
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
