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 its end, at which there is a little surprise.
From the planet of Krypton
Insurin' suit emcees who'll be 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 were 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 sneak emcee like a cheap prophylactic
Galactic, s***e out gab that grabs attention
Got heads noddin' like a Pez Candy Convention
Ride on patch traps, gas tracks, and sections
Kid says this, he'll need witness protection
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
Yo, dig this
Yo, it's the junkyard, crooked letter, s-c-ientific
Duck us, the ruckus; I'll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, la-la-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 versus R-33 emcees
Quick, change your gear, puttin' shrapnel in the breeze
Lead emcees with enemy companies
With my head full of lyrics, talkin' 'bout, you want these? (please)
Don't even speak the name of the channels and go low-gadget mic s***
Put it down like pens for my friends and my fam
Better dodge or I'll ram this mic, shot through the back of an emcee's hand
With the strength of He-Man, offenders don't want that
Close-bodied fields in hand-to-hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the sectional speech
Warfare words flashing at core to see
Compete for days, lyrical shots get lit
Don't question my intention when your b*** gets kicked
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(Tech broke italic syllabic attacks)
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(You want these emcees with lyrical back smacks?)
Go ahead
Suit yourself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(Tech broke italic syllabic attacks)
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(You want these emcees with lyrical back smacks?)
When you strike a match, and light it, it burns-fitfully-spiraling to its end, at which there is a little surprise.
From the planet of Krypton
Insurin' suit emcees who'll be 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 were 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 sneak emcee like a cheap prophylactic
Galactic, s***e out gab that grabs attention
Got heads noddin' like a Pez Candy Convention
Ride on patch traps, gas tracks, and sections
Kid says this, he'll need witness protection
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
Yo, dig this
Yo, it's the junkyard, crooked letter, s-c-ientific
Duck us, the ruckus; I'll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, la-la-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 versus R-33 emcees
Quick, change your gear, puttin' shrapnel in the breeze
Lead emcees with enemy companies
With my head full of lyrics, talkin' 'bout, you want these? (please)
Don't even speak the name of the channels and go low-gadget mic s***
Put it down like pens for my friends and my fam
Better dodge or I'll ram this mic, shot through the back of an emcee's hand
With the strength of He-Man, offenders don't want that
Close-bodied fields in hand-to-hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the sectional speech
Warfare words flashing at core to see
Compete for days, lyrical shots get lit
Don't question my intention when your b*** gets kicked
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(Tech broke italic syllabic attacks)
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(You want these emcees with lyrical back smacks?)
Go ahead
Suit yourself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Why wait?
I should've just told myself
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(Tech broke italic syllabic attacks)
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(You want these emcees with lyrical back smacks?)