The Blowup

Girl I'm a wizard

Write rhymes that bring forth

Whirlwinds and blizzards

Start early and end it

I'm barely beginning

Emcee warfare I'm buried in the trenches

Y'all lynching all y'all fall captured in the abyss

Deep inside, peeping eat them like I was Brotha Lynch

Revolutionary rhyme style make the government paranoid

Of hidden metaphors wonder what I meant

Cut a vent trough your mental indent[?] thoughts

If you ain't about this lyricism homie kick rocks

Slick[?] thought patterns. Y'all get ready for the liftoff

Kindly[?] touring kicking deadly predicates [?] sick vibe

Step into your village, set it off with this style

Now you eating humble pie instead of talking shit now

Set it off and give hell, better run and get out

Rappers that attempted me need medical assist now

Get up on it nigga, rollin' so official

Never let up on it, I'mma flow and blow and just flow

Rollin over that flow, rollin over this flow

Pressure cooker tension overloading

It's the big blow up!

Everybody make way it's the blowup

Everybody check it out it's the blowup

One time for your mind it's the blowup

Party people in the house it's the blowup

Everybody check it out it's the blowup

Make way make room it's the blowup

Everybody everybody it's the blowup

Check it out ya'll it's the blowup

I blow the hinges off the door

And make the roof crumble

And if suckers want to rumble then I'll take it to them

Ain't nothing they can think or say and nothing they can do

Blinder than Ray Charles with rhymes of fury I'ma make it do

What it do, sucker free, spot a fraud and shake a fool

Bring your lady to the battle with your boy I'll take her too

Take her to my crib and make a plate of food

Pimping while she venting to me what she really think of you

Every time you catch up with my rapping style I'll make up new patterns

Breaking atoms, while I'm spazzing as I take your crew out

Peasant kiss my pinky ring I am a king to you

Good and thorough putting words together like I'm Langston Hughes

I punish rappers with the things I do, spanking fools

[?] a sound let's go and hold it down just like an anchor do

Don of lyricism how I rank and rule

Bringing fools to a higher level up without all of the dank and brew

They do what they be doing think I make a new style a day my lyrics stretch a mile a day

Hey but who's counting on who got the flow and rhyming insurmountable

The pressure cooker tension's elevating its about to blow up

Everybody make way it's the blowup

Everybody check it out it's the blowup

One time for your mind it's the blowup

Party people in the house it's the blowup

Everybody check it out it's the blowup

Make way make room it's the blowup

Everybody everybody it's the blowup

Check it out ya'll it's the blowup