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How could I keep my composure 
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

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