I'm Blowin' Up

I'm T-N-T and I just can't lose An E-M-C-E-E with a fuse When it's lit I'm hit with the lyrical wit Of a scientist, that's tryin' this Sugar coated, rhyme loaded with gunpowder Now see how the crowd will yell louder Now the rhyme is dropped and you hear a pop Think it's a shot but you just can't stop Your heartbeat vibrates at my rate So why wait, I hate to be irate Anger causes rhyme combustion Like a tornado the winds start gustin' Rhymes unload, reload, and explode Ride 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 When I go I go for broke, I'm blowing up I'm on the hype tip I'm on the mic with Tunnel vision Cause I'm mic whipped Strung from lung to tongue I breathe rhymes that come from A zone that's hidden and forbidden If any man enters, good riddance 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? Heheh, I'll say I'm so cool and yet so hyped When I'm on the mic it's something like Hirojima, remember Pearl Harbor Feel the fire 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 getting hit With rhythmic prophecies, visions I foresee Me blowing up in your face now stop to see Smoke fumes in the shape of a mushroom Cloud the room because I went boom I'll light the sky like a comet When it comes to rap, I'm it, I'm blowing up [Bigger and better, forget about deffer scratched] I'm blowin' up for the fans that crave Hip hop with relevance I'm here to save Rap from an early grave like god I gave Life to the mic as I watch it enslave All the sellouts who yell out Obscenities and spell out M-O-N-E-Y to propel out Of the ghetto, but like Othello You kill the mic, a cappella You're in the 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 pumping Only the strongest can last as long as I last, my reign is the longest In hip-hop history, check the book Victory after victory, man look Rapping is a science, the mic is an appliance So I applied it to an alliance Of words, put them in a rhyme song Blew them up, like a time bomb Other emcees caught the debris Little bits and pieces of me Put my ideas on a track you laid Is like pulling my pen and I'm a grenade, I'm blowing up Clap, your hands to that Old track that brought back the man that raps Much better than the next man, I'll take an ex-fan And make them rock harder than any other brother 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 But never got paid and slaved and starved for years Then other rappers came off with rhymes that are soft I went with the flow and you said I fell off, hah Don't be bogus, where's your focus? I did what I had to, now notice The dollars are 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 was slaying men Whoever thinks he wants some, he don't want none He's got to be insane or just 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 And when you're on fire it still ain't enough Cause I don't just burn you boy, I blow ya up