Dynomite (Going Postal)

Dy-no-might
 Dy-no-might
 Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic
 Spread the word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like
 We ain't congregatin, mashin tonight
 The boys in blue, I'll show you what the brass 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?
 Shit I know my real niggaz that you-Haul done hauled back
 You ain't a stand up man? Well you fall and crawl back
 You a long distance thug, the fuck 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-ass nigga, you a mark, you a gump
 Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump"
 I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 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-might!")
 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 prone 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 bitch, 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 niggaz 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 pigeon or a mark or a gump
 Fuckin' lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump
 I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 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-might!")
 You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb
 A piece of the crunk, that ain't even where you from
 You'se a follower (what!) that's right, a fuckin' follower
 Probably wearin a wire, so I don't even talk to ya
 You think these niggaz 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 bitch, 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 niggaz that spit threats, hoes that get wet
 My style's runnin to the toilet, you ain't seen shit 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-ass niggaz ain't large
 When the Patriot Act come hit they ass 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 bitch, we got the world in our hand
 I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets
 I'm ("Dy-no-might!")
 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-might!")