Tytuł: Musical massacre

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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