I'm T-N-T  And I just can't lose  An emcee with a fuse  When it's lit I hit  With the lyrical wit  Of a scientist  Tryin' this  Sugar coated  Rhyme loaded  With gunpowder  Now see how the  Crowd will yell louder  Now the  Rhyme is dropped  You hear a pop  You think it's a shot  But you just can't stop  Your heart vibrates  At my rate  So why wait  I hate to be irate  Anger causes rhyme combustion  Like a tornado winds start gustin'  Rhymes unload reload and explode  Riding on the same wave Malcolm X rode  On a higher level cause I left the rest  Outcast outlast f- the press  When I hit it's like a bulldozer  Boom and there goes ya  Whole world up in smoke  Cause when I go I go for broke  Yo I'm on the hyped tip  I get on the mic with  Tunnel vision  Cause I'm mic whipped  Strung from the lung to tongue  I breathe rhymes  That come from  A zone that's hidden  And forbidden  If any man enters  Good riddance  Cause a mortal mind  Is just no contest  The rhyme zone  Is my conquest  The Twilight Zone  Will seem like child's play  Am I a genius  I'll say  I'm so cool  And yet so hyped  When I'm on the mic  It's something like  World War II  Remember Pearl Harbor  Fireworks  But don't bother  To run for cover  You don't escape  On record  Compact disc or tape  Once you play it  The fuse is lit  An explosion  You gettin' hit  Rhythmic prophecies  Visions visions I forsee  Me blowin' up in your face  Now stop to see  Smoke fumes  In the shape of a mushroom  Cloud the room  Cause I went boom  I'll light the sky  Like Halley's Comet  When it comes to rap  I'm it  I'm blowin' up  I'm blowin' up  For the fans that crave  Hip hop with relevance  I'm here to save  Rap from an early grave  Like a god I gave  Life to the mic  As I watch it enslave  All the sellouts  Who yell out  Obscenities and spell out  Money to propell out  Of the ghetto  But like Othello  You kill the mic  A cappella  You're in the rap cellar  You rap like  Rap is a dash for cash  You'll run out of gas  It's a marathon  How long can you last  With repetitious nothing  Renditions of something  You can't create  So you imitate the pumpin'  Only the strongest  Can last the longest  I last  My reign is the longest  In hip-hop history  Check the book  Victory after victory  Man look  Rappin' is a science  The mic is an appliance  So I applied it  To an alliance of words  Put 'em in a rhyme zone  Blow 'em up  Like a time bomb  Other emcees  Caugt the debris  Little bits and pieces of me  Put my ideas on  A track you laid  Is like pulling my pen  Like a grenade  I'm blowin' up  Clap  Your hands to that  Old track that brought back  The man that rap  Better than the next man  I take an ex-fan  And make 'em rock harder than any other can  Whoever didn't understand  My game plan  Should feel ashamed  Like a lame  Cause I'm the same man  That ran the rap yard for years  Worked hard for years  Never got paid slaved and starved for years  Then other rappers came off  With rhymes that were soft  I went with the flow  And you said that I fell off  Don't be bogus  Where's your focus  Did what I had to do to make you take notice  Now the dollar's rolling  No more holding  Back the rap attack I'm back on top controlling  The whole rap game again  Like I did way back when  Def Jam was a dream I mean  I was slaying men  I opened my eyes realized and revised  How to get paid  Money was made  Cause I'm wise  Enough to do anything  So I did it  Weak rappers forget it  We've passed the time  Of the nickel and dime rhyme  The proof is in the pudding that's  Why I'm blowin' up  I'm blowin' up  Whoever thinks he wants some  He don't want none  He's got to be insane  Or plain dumb  But if you think  You got something to prove  Jump make your move  But come in a tank  And ten suits of armor  I won't whip ya  I'll bomb ya  When you're on fire  It still ain't enough  Cause I won't just bury you boy  I'll blow ya up