rhymefest – dynomite (going postal) lyrics
“dynomite (going postal)”
[scratched: “dy-no-mite!”]
just blaaaaze!
[rhymefest]
wait hold the phone, muh’f-cker p-ss the mic
spread the word like pastor ike, this ain’t m-ss but like
we ain’t congregatin, mashin tonight
the boys in blue, i’ll show you what the br-ss is like
the perfect storm, like when disaster strike
or knievel when he crashed his bike
i’m the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up
‘cept i stay on the grind, my “blue collar” popped up
blue collar rap, why i call it that?
sh-t i know my real n-gg-z that u-haul done hauled back
you ain’t a stand up man? well you fall and crawl back
you a long distance thug, the f-ck you call that?
see – this is how a track should pound
and if king was alive this is how he would sound
“you a soft–ss n-gg-, you a mark, you a gump
f-ckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump”
[chorus]
i’m the light, i’m the fuse, rhyme-fest
i’m {“dy-no-mite!”}
n-gg-z runnin for cover from the fallin debris
i’m {“dy-no-mite!”}
explosive, n-gg- blowin up the streets
i’m {“dy-no-mite!”}
i’m the keg, i’m the powder, i’m the fuse, i’m the lighter
if it look like a fire i’m {“dy-no-mite!”}
[rhymefest]
you would never stand the challenge
what the preacher preachin what the teacher taught
i dropped out of school, stayed on the street and fought
like disciples! jeffrey manner to be exact
where how you wear yo’ hat made you pr-ne to attack
made you, made you, made you go and get a strap
and keep you bustin ’til your enemies was gone from the map
like a killer or a man or a giant when i stand
open my palm b-tch, i got the world in my hand
got a gun and a plan, i got the bible and the qu’ran
i got a bomb like i live in iran
i got n-gg-z to ride with me, hold me down in the street
and deep down i wonder if they the beast, i mean
i mean the police, the feds that police them street
get in the studio, then try to influence my speech
like a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a gump
f-ckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump
[chorus]
[rhymefest]
you would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb
a piece of the crunk, that ain’t even where you from
youse a follower (what~!) that’s right, a f-ckin follower
probably wearin a wire, so i don’t even talk to ya
you think these n-gg-z is thugs, they officers
call the oficers, tell ’em get ’em officers, ‘fore i show you
’bout a killer or a man or a giant when i stand
open my palm b-tch, i got the world in my hand
got a gun and a plan, i got the torah and the qu’ran
i got your toddler in the back of a van
i got a hostage and a list of demands, i gotta gotta
’bout a thousand dollars say you couldn’t sit where i stand
all these n-gg-z that spit threats, hoes that get wet
my style’s runnin to the toilet, you ain’t seen sh-t yet
yet, yet and still i keep it hot like, mexican meals
i got a cadillac stretch deville
i can show you how to flip for real
gangsters don’t hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and chill
dime bag–ss n-gg-z ain’t large
when the patriot act come hit they -ss with the terrorist charge
and we, is what they made it fo’
you think it’s all about arabs? it’s a war on the po’, we gotta go
like a killer or a man or a giant when he stand
open your palm b-tch, we got the world in our hand
[chorus]
[explosion]
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