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