It's like a catholic, word to the mother

UPS rapper at your door ringing your buzzer

with another special delivery full of drama

sorta like you getting fan mail from the uni-bomber

I hit a rhyme, your mind is out in left field

you blinded by the sunshine, you can't catch it

your skill's wretched, you far from a Ken Griffey

I speak Jedi talk, and Skywalk  the force with me

this track lit me, I'm dynamite with the mic

I explode instrumentals, my production is combustion

you a MC, but I'm more like a M-80

now which one of you jerks wanna see how this fire works

you crazy, cause I'm known to blow the set

tick tick tick means I ain't exploded yet

you whack crews is hit when my rap fuse is lit

I pull pins from grenades to write my rhymes with

nuclear reaction from the crowd when I split

my rap competition like atoms, like fission

bomb squads try to take position

but I refuse to be the fuse, so it proves to be a dead mission

listen, to this lyrical display

I blow your mind, microphone Timothy McVeigh

A warning to you pilots, leave your planes in the hanger

cause terrorist attack fly at your track, danger

I'm a stranger, never seen it before

this type of rap style is similar to C4

I combine with the rhymes like flames with gun powder

united we stand, ignited we make noise