Lirik Lagu Dynomite (Going Postal) - Rhymefest
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[scratched: "Dy-no-mite!"]Just Blaaaaze!
[Rhymefest]Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the micSpread the word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but likeWe ain't congregatin, mashin tonightThe boys in blue, I'll show you what the brass is likeThe perfect storm, like when disaster strikeOr Knievel when he crashed his bikeI'm the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up'Cept I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" popped upBlue collar rap, why I call it that?Shit I know my real niggaz that U-Haul done hauled backYou ain't a stand up man? Well you fall and crawl backYou a long distance thug, the fuck you call that?See - this is how a track should poundAnd if King was alive this is how he would sound"You a soft-ass nigga, you a mark, you a gumpFuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump"
[Chorus]I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-TI'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debrisI'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}Explosive, nigga blowin up the streetsI'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}I'm the keg, I'm the powder, I'm the fuse, I'm the lighterIf it look like a fire I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
[Rhymefest]You would never stand the challengeWhat the preacher preachin what the teacher taughtI dropped out of school, stayed on the street and foughtLike Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be exactWhere how you wear yo' hat made you prone to attackMade you, made you, made you go and get a strapAnd keep you bustin 'til your enemies was gone from the mapLike a killer or a man or a giant when I standOpen my palm bitch, I got the world in my handGot a gun and a plan, I got the bible and the Qu'ranI got a bomb like I live in IranI got niggaz to ride with me, hold me down in the streetAnd deep down I wonder if they the beast, I meanI mean the police, the feds that police them streetGet in the studio, then try to influence my speechLike a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a gumpFuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump
[Chorus]
[Rhymefest]You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumbA piece of the crunk, that ain't even where you fromYouse a follower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin followerProbably wearin a wire, so I don't even talk to yaYou think these niggaz is thugs, they officersCall the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, 'fore I show you'Bout a killer or a man or a giant when I standOpen my palm bitch, I got the world in my handGot a gun and a plan, I got the Torah and the Qu'ranI got your toddler in the back of a vanI got a hostage and a list of demands, I gotta gotta'bout a thousand dollars say you couldn't sit where I standAll these niggaz that spit threats, hoes that get wetMy style's runnin to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yetYet, yet and still I keep it hot like, Mexican mealsI got a Cadillac stretch DevilleI can show you how to flip for realGangsters don't hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and chillDime bag-ass niggaz ain't largeWhen the Patriot Act come hit they ass with the terrorist chargeAnd we, is what they made it fo'You think it's all about Arabs? It's a war on the po', we gotta goLike a killer or a man or a giant when he standOpen your palm bitch, we got the world in our hand
[Chorus]
[explosion]
[Rhymefest]Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the micSpread the word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but likeWe ain't congregatin, mashin tonightThe boys in blue, I'll show you what the brass is likeThe perfect storm, like when disaster strikeOr Knievel when he crashed his bikeI'm the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up'Cept I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" popped upBlue collar rap, why I call it that?Shit I know my real niggaz that U-Haul done hauled backYou ain't a stand up man? Well you fall and crawl backYou a long distance thug, the fuck you call that?See - this is how a track should poundAnd if King was alive this is how he would sound"You a soft-ass nigga, you a mark, you a gumpFuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump"
[Chorus]I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-TI'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debrisI'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}Explosive, nigga blowin up the streetsI'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}I'm the keg, I'm the powder, I'm the fuse, I'm the lighterIf it look like a fire I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
[Rhymefest]You would never stand the challengeWhat the preacher preachin what the teacher taughtI dropped out of school, stayed on the street and foughtLike Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be exactWhere how you wear yo' hat made you prone to attackMade you, made you, made you go and get a strapAnd keep you bustin 'til your enemies was gone from the mapLike a killer or a man or a giant when I standOpen my palm bitch, I got the world in my handGot a gun and a plan, I got the bible and the Qu'ranI got a bomb like I live in IranI got niggaz to ride with me, hold me down in the streetAnd deep down I wonder if they the beast, I meanI mean the police, the feds that police them streetGet in the studio, then try to influence my speechLike a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a gumpFuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump
[Chorus]
[Rhymefest]You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumbA piece of the crunk, that ain't even where you fromYouse a follower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin followerProbably wearin a wire, so I don't even talk to yaYou think these niggaz is thugs, they officersCall the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, 'fore I show you'Bout a killer or a man or a giant when I standOpen my palm bitch, I got the world in my handGot a gun and a plan, I got the Torah and the Qu'ranI got your toddler in the back of a vanI got a hostage and a list of demands, I gotta gotta'bout a thousand dollars say you couldn't sit where I standAll these niggaz that spit threats, hoes that get wetMy style's runnin to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yetYet, yet and still I keep it hot like, Mexican mealsI got a Cadillac stretch DevilleI can show you how to flip for realGangsters don't hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and chillDime bag-ass niggaz ain't largeWhen the Patriot Act come hit they ass with the terrorist chargeAnd we, is what they made it fo'You think it's all about Arabs? It's a war on the po', we gotta goLike a killer or a man or a giant when he standOpen your palm bitch, we got the world in our hand
[Chorus]
[explosion]
