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 Unabomber

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 defused, 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