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Of course you know what a fuse is. It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it, it burns, fitfully, spiraling to it's end
At which, there is a little surprise

From the planet of Krypton, ensurin' super-emcees you'll be ripped on (Ripped on)
You fell off, and it's my lyric sheet 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 likе a cheap prophylactic
Galactic, spaced-out gabbin' grabs attention
Got hеads noddin' like a Pez Candy convention
Briar patch raps gash tracks in sections
Kid says this and need witness protection

Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here

Yo, dig this, dig this
Yo, it's the junkyard, crooked letter C-I-en-tific
Duck us, the ruckus I bring stings your eardrum
Hear one line I let loose, find me fearsome
Opposin' troops on my home front shall be gone
Testin' 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 thirty-three emcees
Swiss cheese your gear, puttin' 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 sh*t
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 flashin' that cordless heat
Compete for an edge, lyrical shots get lit
Don’t question my intention when your bucket gets kicked

Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
(Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks)
Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
(Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)

Should've told you so
(Why?) Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so (Try)
Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so

Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
(Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks)
Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
(Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)

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