When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
 Release  then veins in the brains increase
 When I let off  make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
 Unloadin  unfold and the rhymes are explodin
 And the mic that I?m holdin?s golden
 Cordless cause the wire caught fire like a fuse
 Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction
 The outcome is there so listen
 Here's the brief description
 A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust
 Contact is compact when I bust
 MC's are now in a massacre
 A disaster a... master at fashion a beat to death
 To a pulp, till it can't pump
 Speakers aint sayin nothin
 Now the ball can thump
 As I'm lookin' I stand like great buildings in Brooklyn
 Then the stage is took then
 Havoc struck that could product a whole court
 Keep in touch with the mic when you're holdin y'all
 Sumpin and pumpin and slobbin and droolin
 Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya foolin?
 Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood sucker
 What you oughtta do.... is pick up a tempo
 From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent so
 You start to kidnap
 I watch the kid rap
 When he get off he know he shouldn't a did that
 Minor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-liner
 You won't be inclined to go so yo
 Maybe later, you're gonna be
 But for now, you're almost one of me
 Now the immature imitations taken from originations
 Made by tracin and a little arrangin
 So perform, If ya still aint warm maybe after
 A roast by the host with the most it's a musical massacre

 Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet
 Like a storm, you could rain...but a riot
 Remains, the gangs power just like the towerin inferno
 The beat's gonna burn so
 Distance I kept, ou better watch your step
 Volunteers go from here and get
 Ya out of the flames
 Appreciate the temperature change
 Anywhere within the range of celcius
 Fahrenheit on the mic, mic melts see it
 Burns soon as it's felt see it's torchin, scorchin
 Mic's pipin hot, steamin who's schemin now ya not
 James Brown must a been dusted
 Disgusted, now he can't be trusted
 Embalmed with fluid
 Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's closin in
 Time was up, so I don't need a time bomb
 Beat gives me a heat-stroke when I rhyme calm
 Pull out the tool, sometimes I wanna break fool
 But I was cool, like one in the chamber
 Lets play a game of rhymin roulette
 And put me up to your brain and name a rhyme about ya clout
 One mistake... ya out
 If this imitation it can't be the same show
 Maybe what you'll find somewhere over the rainbow
 Courage, heart, brain, you need rhyme
 Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times
 We gone, or the story won't end the same
 And you'll feel the flame
 The potion was weak, make another antidote
 Whats the science? why can't ya quote?
 Elements for musical intelligence
 rhymes are irrelevant, no development
 And that settles it
 Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast
 From the master that has to make musical massacre