One Be Lo » The Bomb Lyrics
It's like a catholic, word to the mother
UPS rapper at your door ringing your buzzer
with another special delivery full of drama
sorta like you getting fan mail from the uni-bomber
I hit a rhyme, your mind is out in left field
you blinded by the sunshine, you can't catch it
your skill's wretched, you far from a Ken Griffey
I speak Jedi talk, and Skywalk the force with me
this track lit me, I'm dynamite with the mic
I explode instrumentals, my production is combustion
you a MC, but I'm more like a M-80
now which one of you jerks wanna see how this fire works
you crazy, cause I'm known to blow the set
tick tick tick means I ain't exploded yet
you whack crews is hit when my rap fuse is lit
I pull pins from grenades to write my rhymes with
nuclear reaction from the crowd when I split
my rap competition like atoms, like fission
bomb squads try to take position
but I refuse to be the fuse, so it proves to be a dead mission
listen, to this lyrical display
I blow your mind, microphone Timothy McVeigh
A warning to you pilots, leave your planes in the hanger
cause terrorist attack fly at your track, danger
I'm a stranger, never seen it before
this type of rap style is similar to C4
I combine with the rhymes like flames with gun powder
united we stand, ignited we make noise
UPS rapper at your door ringing your buzzer
with another special delivery full of drama
sorta like you getting fan mail from the uni-bomber
I hit a rhyme, your mind is out in left field
you blinded by the sunshine, you can't catch it
your skill's wretched, you far from a Ken Griffey
I speak Jedi talk, and Skywalk the force with me
this track lit me, I'm dynamite with the mic
I explode instrumentals, my production is combustion
you a MC, but I'm more like a M-80
now which one of you jerks wanna see how this fire works
you crazy, cause I'm known to blow the set
tick tick tick means I ain't exploded yet
you whack crews is hit when my rap fuse is lit
I pull pins from grenades to write my rhymes with
nuclear reaction from the crowd when I split
my rap competition like atoms, like fission
bomb squads try to take position
but I refuse to be the fuse, so it proves to be a dead mission
listen, to this lyrical display
I blow your mind, microphone Timothy McVeigh
A warning to you pilots, leave your planes in the hanger
cause terrorist attack fly at your track, danger
I'm a stranger, never seen it before
this type of rap style is similar to C4
I combine with the rhymes like flames with gun powder
united we stand, ignited we make noise
