Tragedy - The Rebel lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm here to bust your sh**, the mastermind of man*scripts The force of extremity, my rhymes are the remedy You can't deal with the T-R-A-G Rap annihilist flowing like Pegasus Rhyming this easily as the obvious I bust your head pulsating rotating This jam is generating with the motion I'm creating I'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper Raised in the Bridge, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper The rebel of the treble, the ebony prince '88 is on the way, I make a big difference I make it visual and intellectually clear (Tragedy) the Rebel is here [Scratching] [Verse 2] Because I ma**acrate kids turning flesh to dust And knocking all boots is a definite must Cause I'm Havoc, Trag, Tragedy, Tragic There are many ways to explain my magic The explanatory category best fits me Cause my lyrics are called sweet poetry And I'm sick of b-boys just hipping and hopping it I have you sayin, "Damn boy, shorty be dropping it" Back in the '60s to know is to know it And I'm the last remaining of the world's last poets Talkologist, infinity from when I begin And to disapprove the Trag is a mortal sin Diabolical gangster, hoodlum and genius I write poetry when I find it convenient Snap a stage in half like a polar bear (Your Tragedy) the Rebel is here [Scratching] [Verse 3] I drop words you won't find in a dictionary I write rhymes to improve my vocabulary Drama, Art, English education And I'm the man, I design the animation Mentally and with jock control The equalizer rises up on your FM mode In which I use with telepath And it's (Tragedy) who's on your phonograph I confuse your conscience, and boggle your brain You may think that I'm sick, but I'm perfectly sane I design my rhymes with architectural construction But that's another story, a different function You see, it's mandatory to invoke fear (Tragedy) the Rebel is here [Scratch] [Verse 4] The rap automatical, the rhymatical Forget ill, I get illmatical Biceps pulsating in my lungs Queensbridge Projects is where I'm from Wicked like a witch doing sorcery With a book and a pen, and my M-I-C The outstanding ovation when things get drastic You keep fantasizing while I'm fantastic Black magic flowing smooth but strong And I'll have you rocking and shocking [Scratching] [Outro] Swing this episode to the Cormega Posse My man from Uptown Joe the Boss down with the Mutant Posse To my right-hand MC, MC Cor To Big Daddy Kane My man Nut and Cool Cecil Down with the Supreme Team in Jamaica Can't forget the 40 Busters My man Darryl gettin paid on the dime