I'm T N T, and I just lose An E M C E E, a fuse When lit I hit, with the lyrical wit Of a scientist, this
Sugar coated, rhyme loaded with Now see how the crowd will louder Now the rhyme is dropped and you a pop Think a shot, but you just can't stop
heart vibrates, at my rate So why wait, I hate to be Anger causes combustion Like a tornado winds start gustin'
Rhymes unload, and explode the same wave Malcolm X rode On a level, 'cause I left the rest Outcast, outlast F the
When I hit like a bulldozer, boom And there goes ya whole up in smoke I go, I go for broke
Yo, I'm on the tip, I get on the mic with vision, 'cause I'm mic whipped Strung the lung to tongue I breathe rhymes that from
A zone hidden and forbidden If any man enters riddance A mortal mind is just no The rhyme zone is my
The Twilight Zone will looks child's play Am I a genius? say I'm so cool and yet so When I'm on the mic, like
Hiroshima, remember Harbor fire, but don't bother To run for cover, you can't On record, disc or tape Once you play it, is lit An explosion, you hit
Rhythmic prophecies, visions I Me blowin' up in face, now stop to see fumes in the shape of a mushroom Cloud the room I went boom I'll light the sky like Comet it comes to rap, I'm it I'm up
I'm up For the fans crave, hip hop with relevance I'm here to save, rap an early grave, like a God I gave Life to the mic, as I it enslave All the who yell out obscenities and spell out M O N E Y to out
Of the ghetto but like you kill the mic A Cappella, in the cellar you rap like Rap is a dash for cash run out of gas It's a marathon how can you last?
With nothing, renditions of something You can't create so you imitate the the strongest can last as long as I last
My reign is the longest in hip hop Check the book victory after Man rappin' is a science, the mic is an appliance So I it to an alliance of words
Put 'em in a rhyme zone, blow 'em up like a time Other emcees caught the debris, little bits and of me Put my ideas on a you laid is like pulling my pen Like a
I'm up Clap your to that old track that brought back The man rap better than the next man I take an ex fan and make 'em rock than any other can Whoever didn't understand my plan Should feel like a lame, 'cause I'm the same man
ran the rap yard for years, worked hard for years Never got slaved and starved for years Then other rappers came off with rhymes that were I went with the flow and you that I fell off
Don't be bogus where's your Did what I had to do to make you notice Now the dollar's rolling no more Back the rap attack, I'm back on top
The rap game again like I did way back when Def Jam was a dream I I was slaying men Whoever thinks he wants some, he don't none got to be insane or plain dumb
But if you you got something to prove Jump, make your But in a tank and ten suits of armor I won't whip ya, I'll ya, when you're on fire It still ain't enough, I won't just bury you, boy I'll ya up