Timebomb

You go ooh and ah when I jump in my car

People treat me like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

No matter who you are, when I'm up to par

I bet you go, "Hip hop hooray, hurrah"

But the ahs and oohs is my kinda news

Pop your tape in, put the car in cruise

I never heard the boos, I never drank booze

'Cause I just rock the rhythm, left alone the blues

The L-I mystique, you sneak the peek

The look, and then you know that we're never weak

I know you can't wait, it's never too late

No fear, I'm here, and everything is straight

Cycles, cycles, life runs in cycles

New is old, no,  I'm not no psycho

The monkey on the back makes the best excel

The people in the crowd makes the best rock well

The people in the back lets you know who's wack

And those who lack, the odds are stacked

The one who makes the money is white, not black

You might not believe it, but it is like that

When you come to my show, watch me throw

Down with the other brothers, toe to toe

Then you make a move, new, not used

And watch the bro here just bust a groove

A fat lady soprano loads my ammo

Hear my jam with the funky piano

Easy on the wall, but hard on the panel

A fool smokes Kool's 'cause he smokes on Camel's

In effect, the crew's in check

Run by the posse with the gold around the neck

Homeboy's in heat, lookin' for sweet

Ladies in the crowd so they can meet

Somebody to body, makin' a baby

Givin' it to Grandma, then makin' her crazy

I'm a MC protector, US defector

South African government wrecker

Panther power, you can feel it in my arm

Look out, y'all, I'm a timebomb tickin'

Tockin', all about rockin'

Makin' much dollars while the crazy ones clockin'

The rhythm to shake the house downy down

Bounce to the ounce is sound to crowd

The man, the Enemy, Public king, no thing

All fall to the force of my swing

Like Ali, Frazier, Thrilla in Manilla

Pinpoint, point blank microphone killer

Am I, no need to lie, got the Flavor Flav

To prove I'll win, and if not, to save

I'll pick up, rack up, put your whole shack up

Just choose to lose the bet, MC stick up

This is the wiz, but the mic's not his

It's mine, one time, let the star shine

I'm tellin' you, yellin' at you, you're through

Don't think you're grown 'cause your mustache grew

I'm number one, you know it weighs a ton

And I'll be the burger you can be the bun, girl

Surroundin' my steady poundin'

Get on down to my funky sound and

Rock the rhythm rhyme, one time your mind

Rhythm roll, two times control

The mauler and the caller of your doom

When I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom

Three times, y'all, rhythm, rhyme, and rock

Then you'll know that the D is on the block

Four times, y'all, and never ever the wack

It's the hour to the minute, time to blows black