Dynomite (Going Postal) - Rhymefest

Dynomite (Going Postal) (Main) - Rhymefest
Written by：Che Smith/Justin Smith/Jerry Harris/Toby Henry/Sylvia Robinson/Just Blaze
Wait hold the phone muh'f**ker pass the mic
Spread the word like pastor hype this ain't mass but like
We can congregate and mash 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
Sh*t I know more real niggas at u haul than hauled crack
You ain't a stand up man well you fall and crawl back
You a long distance thug the f**k 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 a** ni**a you a mark you a gump
F**king 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 mite
Niggas running for cover from the falling debris
I'm dy no mite
Explosive ni**a blowing up the streets
I'm dy no mite
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 mite
You would never stand the challenge
What the preacher preaching what the teacher taught
I dropped out of school stayed on the street and fought
Like disciples Jeffrey manor 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 b**ch 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 niggas 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
F kin 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 mite
Niggas running for cover from the falling debris
I'm dy no mite
Explosive ni**a blowing up the streets
I'm dy no mite
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 mite
You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb
A piece of the crunk that ain't even where you from
Youse a follower what that's right a f**king follower
Probably wearing a wire so I don't even talk to ya
You think these niggas 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 b**ch 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 niggas that spit threats hoes that get wet
My style's running to the toilet you ain't seen sh*t 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 a** niggas ain't large
When the patriot act come hit they a** 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 b**ch we got the world in our hand
I'm the light I'm the fuse rhyme f e s t
I'm dy no mite
Niggas running for cover from the falling debris
I'm dy no mite
Explosive ni**a blowing up the streets
I'm dy no mite
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 mite