Kunci: Ab major•
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Verse 1
could I keep my composure
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When all sorts of thoughts
Release,
then veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make a wish,
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and blow the smoke off my piece.
unfold and the rhymes are explodin',
And the mic that I'm
holdin's golden.
Cordless, 'cause the wire caught
fire like a fuse.
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Gunpowder and the slightest
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The outcome is there, so listen.
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Here's the brief description:
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A boom; then flame; then
smoke; ashes a dust to dust.
Contact is compact when I
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bust.
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Mc's are now in a massacre;
A disaster a... Master at
fashion; a beat to death.
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To a pulp, till it can't pump.
Speakers ain't sayin' nothin'.
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Now the ball can thump.
As I'm lookin'; I stand like
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great buildings in brooklyn.
Then the stage is took, then
Havoc struck that could product
a whole court.
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Keep in touch with the mic when you're hold
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in', y'all.
Sumpin', and pumpin',
and slobbin', and droolin'.
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Nothin's pumpin'; who do
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Tommy Tucker,
the neighborhood sucker;
What you oughtta do... is pick up a tempo
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From what I invent, so hard not to bite,
but you can't prevent, so
You start to kidnap.
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I watch the kid rap.
When he get off he know he
shouldn't a did that.
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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
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Now the immature im itations
taken from originations;
Made by tracin',
and a little arrangin'.
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So perform, if ya still ain't
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A roast by the host with the most; it's a musical massacre.
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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Never tired; don't even
try it; keep quiet.
Like a storm, you could rain... but
a riot
Remains; the gang's power just
like the towerin' inferno.
The beat's gonna burn, so
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Distance I kept; you better
watch your step.
Volunteers go from here and get
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Appreciate the temperature change.
Anywhere within' the range
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of Celsius;
Fahrenheit on the mic; m
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.
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Time was up, so I
don't need a time bomb.
Beat gives me a heat- stroke
Pull out the tool; sometimes I want to break,
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fool.
But I was cool,
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like one in the chamber;
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Lets play a game of rhymin' roulette,
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And put me up to your brain
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and name a rhyme about ya clout.
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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.
What's the science? Why
can't ya quote?
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Ele ments for musical intelligence,
Rhymes are irrelevant; no development
And that settles it.
Go manufacture a match; send
me after a blast.
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From the master that has to make musical massacre.
Outro 1
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