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    I'm T-N-T
    And I just can't lose
    An emcee with a fuse
    When it's lit I hit
    With the lyrical wit
    Of a scientist
    Tryin' this
    Sugar coated
    Rhyme loaded
    With gunpowder
    Now see how the
    Crowd will yell louder
    Now the
    Rhyme is dropped
    You hear a pop
    You think it's a shot
    But you just can't stop
    Your heart vibrates
    At my rate
    So why wait
    I hate to be irate
    Anger causes rhyme combustion
    Like a tornado winds start gustin'
    Rhymes unload reload and explode
    Riding on 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
    Cause when I go I go for broke
    Yo I'm on the hyped tip
    I get on the mic with
    Tunnel vision
    Cause I'm mic whipped
    Strung from the lung to tongue
    I breathe rhymes
    That come from
    A zone that's hidden
    And forbidden
    If any man enters
    Good riddance
    Cause 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
    I'll say
    I'm so cool
    And yet so hyped
    When I'm on the mic
    It's something like
    World War II
    Remember Pearl Harbor
    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 gettin' hit
    Rhythmic prophecies
    Visions visions I forsee
    Me blowin' up in your face
    Now stop to see
    Smoke fumes
    In the shape of a mushroom
    Cloud the room
    Cause I went boom
    I'll light the sky
    Like Halley's Comet
    When it comes to rap
    I'm it
    I'm blowin' up
    I'm blowin' up
    For the fans that crave
    Hip hop with relevance
    I'm here to save
    Rap from an early grave
    Like a god I gave
    Life to the mic
    As I watch it enslave
    All the sellouts
    Who yell out
    Obscenities and spell out
    Money to propell out
    Of the ghetto
    But like Othello
    You kill the mic
    A cappella
    You're in the rap 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 pumpin'
    Only the strongest
    Can last the longest
    I last
    My reign is the longest
    In hip-hop history
    Check the book
    Victory after victory
    Man look
    Rappin' is a science
    The mic is an appliance
    So I applied it
    To an alliance of words
    Put 'em in a rhyme zone
    Blow 'em up
    Like a time bomb
    Other emcees
    Caugt the debris
    Little bits and pieces of me
    Put my ideas on
    A track you laid
    Is like pulling my pen
    Like a grenade
    I'm blowin' up
    Your hands to that
    Old track that brought back
    The man that rap
    Better than the next man
    I take an ex-fan
    And make 'em rock harder than any other 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
    Never got paid slaved and starved for years
    Then other rappers came off
    With rhymes that were soft
    I went with the flow
    And you said that I fell off
    Don't be bogus
    Where's your focus
    Did what I had to do to make you take notice
    Now the dollar's 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 mean
    I was slaying men
    I opened my eyes realized and revised
    How to get paid
    Money was made
    Cause I'm wise
    Enough to do anything
    So I did it
    Weak rappers forget it
    We've passed the time
    Of the nickel and dime rhyme
    The proof is in the pudding that's
    Why I'm blowin' up
    I'm blowin' up
    Whoever thinks he wants some
    He don't want none
    He's got to be insane
    Or 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
    When you're on fire
    It still ain't enough
    Cause I won't just bury you boy
    I'll blow ya up

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