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
 Fireworks
 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
 Clap
 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