(Of course, you know what a fuse is. It ís a long piece of cord, impregnated with gun powder. When you strike a match, and light it, it burns fitfully sputteringly to its end, at which there is a little surprise)
From the planet of Krypton Ensuring super-emcees you’ll be ripped on You fell off, and it’s my lyric sheets you slipped on Get gone, spit on mics made in Hong Kong Rock on, sing songs more mightier than King Kong Or Donkey Kong You think you want me, or want this? You want some? Hold your reputation for ransom With these here handsomely-crafted tactics To break a snake emcee like a cheap prophylactic Galactic, spaced-out gabbing grabs attention Got heads nodding like a Pez Candy convention Briar patch raps gash tracks in sections Kid says this and need witness protection
Trying to say what I / can't be said I'll be here Trying to say what I / can't be said I'll be here
Yo, dig this Yo, it’s the junkyard, crooked letter-C-I-EN-tific Duck us, the ruckus I’ll bring stings your eardrum Hear one line I let loose, find me fearsome Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone Testing the eight hundred-eighteenth battalion Shall I go on? Crews run like rebels Enola Gay rhymes kick the notch up a level in intensity Send back attacks that you sent to me Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me Empty three verses on 33 emcees Swiss cheese your gear, putting shrapnel in the breeze Bleed emcees of enemy companies With my hand full of lyrics, talking ‘bout, you want these? Please, don’t even speak the name of Ken On some go-go-Gadget mic shit Put it down like pens for my friends and my fam Better Dodge, or I’ll Ram this mic shaft through the back of an emcee’s hand With the strength of He-Man, a Cringer don’t want that Close-bodies fill fields in hand-to-hand combat Battle cats in cypher sessions of speech Warfare of words flashing that cordless heat Compete for an edge, lyrical shots get lit Don’t question my intention when your bucket gets kicked
Trying to say what I / can't be said I'll be here (Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks) Trying to say what I / can't be said I'll be here (Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)
Should’ve told you so
Why wait / I shouldn't have told you so (REPEAT)
Trying to say what I / can't be said I'll be here (Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks) Trying to say what I / can't be said I'll be here (Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)