It's gonna blow 'cause I took out the pin
 Detach the detonator, data send
 Programmed wit protons, eqipped wit predicates
 Electrons and elements just fit
 Your pronoun hits the ground and that's that
 Hit the floor like a meteor so get back
 Commas, punctuation  marks separate, it sparks
 Follow the course in to avoid getting sharked
 More volts than a lightning bolt: handle with care!
 I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear
 I'm armed and  dangerous, trained  for combat
 Let off rounds and they won't just bomb back
 Explosions I made to invade your parade-
  your weak beats' decay 'till they can't get played!
 Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed
 Pass the hand grenade

 After the stage gets warm, I heat it up
 The crowd gets charged, I speed it up
 They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut
 The rhyme gets good, so eat it up
 Food for thought until your thoughts is sore,
 Fill up a colosseum, I can serve them all
 Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw
 And if your  overweight, then here's some more....
 'Cause every dish I make tastes great and
 Plus filling, If I sold a third of my rhymes, I make a killing,
 Get the salt and pepper from the maid
 Get the blood off the blade, pass the hand grenade

 If you try this, your response is tonsilitis,
 I'm leaving authors and writers with arthritis;
 You got the slightest ideas, I got the brightest
 Here's the lightest, so clear, it's out of sight, it's
 Darkness, from the darkness, came the light
 The night is the time for Ra to recite it.
 Educated, but complicated style
 For all the biters, I'm shutting rappers up like Midas
 I got the force of a Turbo Porsche
 You get lost in the sauce and then thrown off course
 You can't destroy the decoys so detour!
 No sense of direction, so what'cha speed for?
 You wouldn't of never made it, how many styles have I created?
 So many rhymes I bust, ya frustrated,
 Then the mic will self sestruct, you'll get sprayed!
 Pass the hand grenade (3x