I'm T N T, and I just lose An E M C E E, a fuse When it's lit I hit, with the wit Of a scientist, tryin'
Sugar coated, rhyme loaded with Now see how the crowd will yell Now the is dropped and you hear a pop Think a shot, but you just can't stop
Your heart vibrates, at my So why wait, I hate to be causes rhyme combustion Like a tornado winds start gustin'
unload, reload and explode Riding the same wave X rode On a higher level, I left the rest Outcast, F the press
When I hit it's a bulldozer, boom And there goes ya whole up in smoke When I go, I go for
Yo, I'm on the hyped tip, I get on the mic vision, 'cause I'm mic whipped Strung from the lung to I rhymes that come from
A that's hidden and forbidden If any man good riddance A mortal mind is just no The zone is my conquest
The Zone will looks like 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 escape On record, compact disc or you play it, fuse is lit An explosion, you hit
Rhythmic prophecies, visions I Me up in your face, now stop to see Smoke fumes in the shape of a Cloud the room 'cause I boom I'll light the sky like Comet it comes to rap, I'm it I'm up
I'm up For the fans that crave, hip hop with I'm here to save, rap from an early grave, like a God I to the mic, as I watch it enslave 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, in the cellar you rap like 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 long as I
My reign is the in hip hop history Check the book victory victory Man look is a science, the mic is an appliance So I applied it to an alliance of
Put 'em in a rhyme zone, blow 'em up a time bomb Other emcees caught the debris, little and pieces of me Put my ideas on a track you laid is like my pen a grenade
I'm up Clap your hands to old track that brought back The man rap better than the next man I an ex fan and make 'em rock harder than any other can didn't understand my game plan Should feel ashamed like a lame, 'cause I'm the man
That ran the rap yard for years, hard for years Never got slaved and starved for years Then other rappers came off with that were soft I went with the flow and you said that I off
be bogus where's your focus Did I had to do to make you take notice Now the rolling no more holding Back the rap attack, I'm back on top
The whole rap again like I did way back when Def Jam was a dream I mean I was men Whoever thinks he wants some, he don't want got to be insane or plain dumb
But if you you got something to prove Jump, your move 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, 'cause I just bury you, boy blow ya up