Eric B. - Musical Ma**acre lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 ma**acre A disaster a... master at fashion a beat to d**h To a pulp, till it can't pump Speakers ain't 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? Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood s**er What you oughta do.... is pick up a tempo From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent so You start to kidnap I watch the kid rap When he get off he know he shouldn't a did that Minor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-liner You won't be inclined to go so yo Maybe later, you're gonna be But for now, you're almost one of me Now the immature imitations taken from originations Made by tracin' and a little erasin' So perform, If ya still ain't warm maybe after A roast by the host with the most it's a musical ma**acre [Verse 2] Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet Like a storm, you could rain...but a riot Remains, the gangs power just like the towerin inferno The beat's gonna burn so Distance Is kept, you better watch your step Volunteers go from here and get Ya out of the flames Appreciate the temperature change Anywhere within the range of Celsius Fahrenheit on the mic, mic melts see it Burns soon as it's felt see it's torchin, scorchin Mic's pipin hot, steamin who's schemin now ya not James Brown must've been dusted Disgusted, now he can't be trusted Embalmed with fluid Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's closing in Time was up, so I don't need a time bomb Beat gives me a heat-stroke when I rhyme calm Pull out the tool, sometimes I wanna break fool But I was cool, like one in the chamber Lets play a game of rhymin roulette Then put me up to your brain then name a rhyme about ya clout One mistake... ya out If this is demonstration it can't be the same show Maybe you're too high somewhere over the rainbow Courage, heart and brain, you need rhyme Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times We gone, or the story won't end the same And you'll feel the flame The potion was weak, make another antidote Whats the science? why can't ya quote? Elements for musical intelligence Rhymes are irrelevant, no development And that settles it Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast Of a master that has to make musical ma**acre