Musical Massacre lyrics

Artist  : Rakim 
Song : Musical Massacre



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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