I'm T N T, and I just lose An E M C E E, a fuse it's lit I hit, with the lyrical wit Of a scientist, this
Sugar coated, rhyme loaded with Now see how the crowd will yell Now the rhyme is and you hear a pop Think it's a shot, but you just can't
Your heart vibrates, at my So why wait, I hate to be Anger causes combustion Like a tornado winds start gustin'
Rhymes unload, reload and Riding the same wave X rode On a higher level, 'cause I left the Outcast, F the press
When I hit it's like a bulldozer, And there goes ya world up in smoke When I go, I go for
Yo, I'm on the tip, I get on the mic with Tunnel vision, I'm mic whipped Strung the lung to tongue I breathe rhymes that from
A zone that's and forbidden If any man good riddance A mortal mind is no contest The zone is my conquest
The Twilight will looks like child's play Am I a genius? say I'm so and yet so hyped When I'm on the mic, like
Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor Feel fire, but don't To run for cover, you escape On record, disc or tape Once you it, fuse is lit An explosion, you hit
prophecies, visions I forsee Me blowin' up in your face, now to see Smoke fumes in the of a mushroom the room 'cause I went boom I'll the sky like Halley's 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 from an early grave, like a God I Life to the mic, as I watch it All the sellouts who out obscenities and spell out M O N E Y to out
Of the ghetto but Othello you kill the mic A Cappella, in the cellar you rap like Rap is a for cash you'll run out of gas It's a marathon how long can you
With repetitious nothing, renditions of You can't create so you imitate the Only the can last as long as I last
My reign is the in hip hop history the book victory after victory Man rappin' is a science, the mic is an appliance So I applied it to an of words
Put 'em in a rhyme zone, 'em up like a time bomb Other emcees caught the debris, little bits and of me Put my ideas on a track you is like pulling my pen Like a
I'm up Clap your hands to that old track that brought The man that rap better than the man I take an ex fan and make 'em rock than any other can Whoever didn't understand my plan feel ashamed like a lame, 'cause I'm the same man
That ran the rap for years, worked hard for years Never got slaved and starved for years Then other rappers came off with rhymes that were I went the flow and you said that I fell off
be bogus where's your focus Did I had to do to make you take notice Now the dollar's rolling no more the rap attack, I'm back on top controlling
The whole rap game again I did way back when Def Jam was a dream I I was slaying men Whoever thinks he wants some, he want none He's got to be insane or plain
But if you think you got to prove Jump, make move But come in a tank and ten of armor I whip ya, I'll bomb ya, when you're on fire It still ain't enough, I won't just bury you, boy blow ya up