Letras de I’m Blowin’ Up

I′m TNT and I just can't lose
An E-M-C-E-E with a fuse
When it′s lit, I'm hit with the lyrical wit of a scientist

And trying this
Sugar-coated rhyme loaded with gunpowder
Now see how the crowd'll yell louder
Now the rhyme is dropped and you hear a pop
Think it′s a shot, but you just can′t stop
Your heartbeat vibrates at my rates
So why wait? I hate to be irate
Anger causes rhyme combustion
Like a tornado, the winds start gustin'

Rhymes unload, reload and explode
Ride the same wave Malcolm X rode
On a higher level ′cause I left the rest

Outcast, outlast, F the press
When I hit it's like a bulldozer
Boom, and there goes your whole world up in smoke

When I go, I go for broke
I′m blowin' up

I′m on the high tip, I'm on the mic with
Tunnel vision, 'cause I′m mic whip
Strung, from lung to tongue
I breathe rhymes that come from
A zone that′s hidden and forbidden

If any man enters, good riddance
Immortal, mine is just no contest
The rhyme zone is my conquest
The twilight zone'll look like child′s play
Am I a genius? Haha, I'll say
I′m so cool and yet so hype
When I'm on the mic it′s something like

Hiroshima, remember Pearl Harbor
Feel the fire, but don't bother
To run for cover, you can't escape
On record or compact disc or tape

Once you play it, the fuse is lit
An explosion, you get hit
With rhythmic prophecies, visions I foresee
Me blowin′ up in your face, now stop to see
Smoke fumes in the shape of a mushroom
Cloud the room because I went boom
I light the sky up like a comet

When it comes to rappin′, I'm it
I′m blowin' up

Bigger and better, forget about ya
Bigger and better, forget about ya
Bigger and better, forget about ya
Bigger and better, forget about ya
Bigger and better, forget about ya
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get
Forget about ya

I′m blowin' up for the fans that crave
Hip-hop with relevance, I′m here to save
Rap from an early grave
Like God, I gave life to the mic as I watch it enslave
All the sellouts who yell out obscenities and spell out

M-O-N-E-Y to propel out
Of the ghetto, but like Othello, you kill a mic
A cappella, you're in the cellar, you rap like
Rappers that dash for cash, you run out of gas
It's a marathon, how long can you last?
We′re repetitious nothing, renditions of something
You can′t create, so you imitate the pumping
Only the strongest can last as long as I last

My reign is the longest
In hip-hop history, check the book
Victory after victory, man, look
Rapping is a science, the mic is an appliance
So I applied it to an alliance of words

Put 'em in a rhyme song
Blew ′em up like a time bomb
Other emcees caught the debris

Little bits and pieces of me
Puttin' my ideas on a track you laid
Is like pulling my pin and I′m a grenade
I'm blowin′ up

Clap your hands to that
Old track that brought back the man that raps
Much better than the next man, I'll take an Ex-fan
And make him rock harder than any other brother can
Whoever didn't understand my game plan
Should feel ashamed like a lame ′cause I′m the same man
That ran the rap yard for years, worked hard for years
But never got paid and slaved and starved for years
Then other rappers came off with rhymes that are soft

I went with the flow and you said I fell off
Haha, don't be bogus, where′s your focus?
I did what I had to, now notice
The dollars are rollin', no more holdin′
Back, the rap attack, I'm back on top patrollin′
The whole rap game again, like I did way back when
Def Jam was a dream, I was slayin' men
Whoever thinks he wants some, he don't want none
He′s gotta be insane or just plain dumb
But if you think you got somethin′ to prove

Jump, make your move
But come unattained in ten suits of armor

I won't whip ya, I′ll bomb ya
And when you're on fire, it still ain′t enough
'Cause I don′t just burn ya, boy, I blow ya up