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It's like a catholic, word to the mother UPS rapper at your door ringing your buzzer with another special delivery full of drama sorta like you getting fan mail from the uni-bomber I hit a rhyme, your mind is out in left field you blinded by the sunshine, you can't catch it your skill's wretched, you far from a Ken Griffey I speak Jedi talk, and Skywalk the force with me this track lit me, I'm dynamite with the mic I explode instrumentals, my production is combustion you a MC, but I'm more like a M-80 now which one of you jerks wanna see how this fire works you crazy, cause I'm known to blow the set tick tick tick means I ain't exploded yet you whack crews is hit when my rap fuse is lit I pull pins from grenades to write my rhymes with nuclear reaction from the crowd when I split my rap competition like atoms, like fission bomb squads try to take position but I refuse to be the fuse, so it proves to be a dead mission listen, to this lyrical display I blow your mind, microphone Timothy McVeigh A warning to you pilots, leave your planes in the hanger cause terrorist attack fly at your track, danger I'm a stranger, never seen it before this type of rap style is similar to C4 I combine with the rhymes like flames with gun powder united we stand, ignited we make noise From Letras Mania