Testo Musical Massacre

How could I keep my composureWhen all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?Release, then veins in the brains increaseWhen I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my pieceUnloadin, unfold and the rhymes are explodinAnd the mic that I?m holdin?s goldenCordless cause the wire caught fire like a fuseGunpowder and the slightest bruise is a frictionThe outcome is there so listenHere's the brief descriptionA boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dustContact is compact when I bustMC's are now in a massacreA disaster a... master at fashion a beat to deathTo a pulp, till it can't pumpSpeakers aint sayin nothinNow the ball can thumpAs I'm lookin' I stand like great buildings in BrooklynThen the stage is took thenHavoc struck that could product a whole courtKeep in touch with the mic when you're holdin y'allSumpin and pumpin and slobbin and droolinNothin's pumpin, who do you think ya foolin?Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood suckerWhat you oughtta do.... is pick up a tempoFrom what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent soYou start to kidnapI watch the kid rapWhen he get off he know he shouldn't a did thatMinor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-linerYou won't be inclined to go so yoMaybe later, you're gonna beBut for now, you're almost one of meNow the immature imitations taken from originationsMade by tracin and a little arranginSo perform, If ya still aint warm maybe afterA roast by the host with the most it's a musical massacreNever tired, don't even try it, keep quietLike a storm, you could rain...but a riotRemains, the gangs power just like the towerin infernoThe beat's gonna burn soDistance I kept, ou better watch your stepVolunteers go from here and getYa out of the flamesAppreciate the temperature changeAnywhere within the range of celciusFahrenheit on the mic, mic melts see itBurns soon as it's felt see it's torchin, scorchinMic's pipin hot, steamin who's schemin now ya notJames Brown must a been dustedDisgusted, now he can't be trustedEmbalmed with fluidStatic can cause an explosion, in fact impact's closin inTime was up, so I don't need a time bombBeat gives me a heat-stroke when I rhyme calmPull out the tool, sometimes I wanna break foolBut I was cool, like one in the chamberLets play a game of rhymin rouletteAnd put me up to your brain and name a rhyme about ya cloutOne mistake... ya outIf this imitation it can't be the same showMaybe what you'll find somewhere over the rainbowCourage, heart, brain, you need rhymeTurn on your mic, snap your fingers three timesWe gone, or th estory won't end the sameAnd you'll feel the flameThe potion was weak, make another antidoteWhats the science? why can't ya quote?Elements for musical intelligencerhymes are irrelevant, no developmentAnd that settles itGo manufacture a match, send me after a blastFrom the master that has to make musical massacre