Musical Massacre Lyrics

Musical Massacre lyrics

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 massacre
A disaster a... master at fashion a beat
to death
To a pulp, till it can't pump
Speakers aint 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 sucker
What you oughtta 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 arrangin
So perform, If ya
still aint warm maybe after
A roast by the host with the most it's a musical
massacre

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 I kept, ou better watch your
step
Volunteers go from here and get
Ya out of the flames
Appreciate
the temperature change
Anywhere within the range of celcius
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 a been dusted
Disgusted, now he can't be trusted
Embalmed with
fluid
Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's closin 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
And put me up to
your brain and name a rhyme about ya clout
One mistake... ya out
If this
imitation it can't be the same show
Maybe what you'll find somewhere over
the rainbow
Courage, heart, 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
From the master that has to make musical massacre