[Rhymefest]
Wait hold the phone, muh'$#&@er 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?
%#@! I know my real ^!$$%z that U-Haul done hauled back
You ain't a stand up man? Well you fall and crawl back

You a long distance thug, the $#&@ 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 ^!$$%, you a mark, you a gump
$#&@in lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump"


[Chorus]
I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}

^!$$%z runnin for cover from the fallin debris
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
Explosive, ^!$$% blowin 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!"}


[Rhymefest]
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 (*##$, 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 ^!$$%z 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 pidgeon or a mark or a gump

$#&@in lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump

[Chorus]


[Rhymefest]
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 $#&@in follower
Probably wearin a wire, so I don't even talk to ya

You think these ^!$$%z 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 (*##$, 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 ^!$$%z that spit threats, hoes that get wet

My style's runnin to the toilet, you ain't seen %#@! 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 ^!$$%z ain't large

When the Patriot Act come hit they $$# 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 (*##$, we got the world in our hand


[Chorus]

[explosion]