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?
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