I'm T N T, and I just lose An E M C E E, with a it's lit I hit, with the lyrical wit Of a scientist, this
coated, rhyme loaded with gunpowder Now see how the crowd will yell Now the rhyme is dropped and you a pop Think it's a shot, but you just can't
Your vibrates, at my rate So why wait, I hate to be Anger rhyme combustion Like a tornado with start gustin'
Rhymes unload, reload and the same wave Malcolm X rode On a higher level, 'cause I the rest Outcast, outlast F the
When I hit like a bulldozer, boom And goes ya whole world up in smoke I go, I go for broke
Yo, I'm on the hyped tip, I get on the mic Tunnel vision, I'm mic whipped Strung from the to tongue I breathe rhymes that from
A zone hidden and forbidden If any man enters good A mortal is just no contest The zone is my conquest
The Twilight Zone will like child's play Am I a I'll say I'm so cool and yet so When I'm on the mic, like
Hiroshima, remember Pearl Feel fire, but don't To run for cover, you can't On record, compact or tape Once you play it, is lit An explosion, you hit
Rhythmic prophecies, I forsee Me blowin' up in your face, now to see Smoke fumes in the shape of a the room 'cause I went boom I'll the sky like Halley's Comet When it to rap, I'm it I'm up
I'm up For the that crave, hip hop with relevance I'm to save, rap from an early grave, like a God I gave Life to the mic, as I watch it All the sellouts who yell out and spell out M O N E Y to out
Of the but like Othello you kill the mic A Cappella, you're in the cellar you rap Rap is a dash for you'll run out of gas It's a marathon how can you last?
With nothing, renditions of something You can't so you imitate the pumpin' Only the strongest can last as as I last
My reign is the longest in hip hop Check the book victory 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 and pieces of me Put my ideas on a track you laid is pulling my pen a grenade
I'm up Clap your hands to that old that brought back The man that rap better than the man I take an ex fan and make 'em rock than any other can Whoever didn't my game plan Should feel ashamed like a lame, 'cause I'm the man
That ran the rap for years, worked hard for years Never got paid slaved and for years Then other rappers came off with rhymes that were I went with the and you said that I fell off
be bogus where's your focus Did what I had to do to make you take Now the dollar's rolling no holding Back the rap attack, I'm on top controlling
The whole rap again like I did way back when Def Jam was a dream I mean I was men Whoever he wants some, he don't want none got to be insane or plain dumb
But if you think you got something to Jump, make your But come in a tank and ten suits of I won't whip ya, I'll bomb ya, you're on fire It still ain't enough, 'cause I won't bury you, boy I'll ya up