paroles de chanson I'm Blowin' Up - Kool Moe Dee
I'm
T-N-T
And
I
just
can't
lose
An
emcee
with
a
fuse
When
it's
lit
I
hit
With
the
lyrical
wit
Of
a
scientist
Tryin'
this
Sugar
coated
Rhyme
loaded
With
gunpowder
Now
see
how
the
Crowd
will
yell
louder
Now
the
Rhyme
is
dropped
You
hear
a
pop
You
think
it's
a
shot
But
you
just
can't
stop
Your
heart
vibrates
At
my
rate
So
why
wait
I
hate
to
be
irate
Anger
causes
rhyme
combustion
Like
a
tornado
winds
start
gustin'
Rhymes
unload
reload
and
explode
Riding
on
the
same
wave
Malcolm
X
rode
On
a
higher
level
cause
I
left
the
rest
Outcast
outlast
f-
the
press
When
I
hit
it's
like
a
bulldozer
Boom
and
there
goes
ya
Whole
world
up
in
smoke
Cause
when
I
go
I
go
for
broke
Yo
I'm
on
the
hyped
tip
I
get
on
the
mic
with
Tunnel
vision
Cause
I'm
mic
whipped
Strung
from
the
lung
to
tongue
I
breathe
rhymes
That
come
from
A
zone
that's
hidden
And
forbidden
If
any
man
enters
Good
riddance
Cause
a
mortal
mind
Is
just
no
contest
The
rhyme
zone
Is
my
conquest
The
Twilight
Zone
Will
seem
like
child's
play
Am
I
a
genius
I'll
say
I'm
so
cool
And
yet
so
hyped
When
I'm
on
the
mic
It's
something
like
World
War
II
Remember
Pearl
Harbor
Fireworks
But
don't
bother
To
run
for
cover
You
don't
escape
On
record
Compact
disc
or
tape
Once
you
play
it
The
fuse
is
lit
An
explosion
You
gettin'
hit
Rhythmic
prophecies
Visions
visions
I
forsee
Me
blowin'
up
in
your
face
Now
stop
to
see
Smoke
fumes
In
the
shape
of
a
mushroom
Cloud
the
room
Cause
I
went
boom
I'll
light
the
sky
Like
Halley's
Comet
When
it
comes
to
rap
I'm
it
I'm
blowin'
up
I'm
blowin'
up
For
the
fans
that
crave
Hip
hop
with
relevance
I'm
here
to
save
Rap
from
an
early
grave
Like
a
god
I
gave
Life
to
the
mic
As
I
watch
it
enslave
All
the
sellouts
Who
yell
out
Obscenities
and
spell
out
Money
to
propell
out
Of
the
ghetto
But
like
Othello
You
kill
the
mic
A
cappella
You're
in
the
rap
cellar
You
rap
like
Rap
is
a
dash
for
cash
You'll
run
out
of
gas
It's
a
marathon
How
long
can
you
last
With
repetitious
nothing
Renditions
of
something
You
can't
create
So
you
imitate
the
pumpin'
Only
the
strongest
Can
last
the
longest
I
last
My
reign
is
the
longest
In
hip-hop
history
Check
the
book
Victory
after
victory
Man
look
Rappin'
is
a
science
The
mic
is
an
appliance
So
I
applied
it
To
an
alliance
of
words
Put
'em
in
a
rhyme
zone
Blow
'em
up
Like
a
time
bomb
Other
emcees
Caugt
the
debris
Little
bits
and
pieces
of
me
Put
my
ideas
on
A
track
you
laid
Is
like
pulling
my
pen
Like
a
grenade
I'm
blowin'
up
Clap
Your
hands
to
that
Old
track
that
brought
back
The
man
that
rap
Better
than
the
next
man
I
take
an
ex-fan
And
make
'em
rock
harder
than
any
other
can
Whoever
didn't
understand
My
game
plan
Should
feel
ashamed
Like
a
lame
Cause
I'm
the
same
man
That
ran
the
rap
yard
for
years
Worked
hard
for
years
Never
got
paid
slaved
and
starved
for
years
Then
other
rappers
came
off
With
rhymes
that
were
soft
I
went
with
the
flow
And
you
said
that
I
fell
off
Don't
be
bogus
Where's
your
focus
Did
what
I
had
to
do
to
make
you
take
notice
Now
the
dollar's
rolling
No
more
holding
Back
the
rap
attack
I'm
back
on
top
controlling
The
whole
rap
game
again
Like
I
did
way
back
when
Def
Jam
was
a
dream
I
mean
I
was
slaying
men
I
opened
my
eyes
realized
and
revised
How
to
get
paid
Money
was
made
Cause
I'm
wise
Enough
to
do
anything
So
I
did
it
Weak
rappers
forget
it
We've
passed
the
time
Of
the
nickel
and
dime
rhyme
The
proof
is
in
the
pudding
that's
Why
I'm
blowin'
up
I'm
blowin'
up
Whoever
thinks
he
wants
some
He
don't
want
none
He's
got
to
be
insane
Or
plain
dumb
But
if
you
think
You
got
something
to
prove
Jump
make
your
move
But
come
in
a
tank
And
ten
suits
of
armor
I
won't
whip
ya
I'll
bomb
ya
When
you're
on
fire
It
still
ain't
enough
Cause
I
won't
just
bury
you
boy
I'll
blow
ya
up
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