Eric B. & Rakim — Musical Massacre

[Verse 1] How could I keep my composure? When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure? Release, then veins in the brains increase When I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece Unloadin', unfold and the rhymes are explodin' And the mic that I'm holding's golden Cordless 'cause the wire caught fire like a fuse Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction The outcome is near, so listen, here's a brief description: A boom and flame and smoke, ashes are dust to dust Contact is compact when I bust MC's are now in a massacre, a disaster, a master at fashion, I Beat to death, to a pulp 'til it can't pump Speakers ain't sayin' nothin', now the ball can thump As I'm lookin', I stand like brick buildings in Brooklyn Then the stage is took, then Havoc struck that could product a holocaust Keep in touch the mic when you're holdin' yours Huffin' and puffin' and slobbin' and droolin' Nothing's pumpin', who do you think ya foolin'? Tommy Tucker? The neighborhood sucker? What you oughta do... is pick up a tempo From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent, so You start to kidnap, I watch a kid rap When he get off, he know he shouldn't have did that Minor, old-timer, weak rhymer, stay in liner You won't be inclined to go so, yo Maybe later, you're gonna be But for now, you're almost one of me Now, the immature imitation's taken from originations Made by changin' and a little arrangin' So, perform, if ya still ain't warm, maybe after a roast By the host with the most, it's a Musical Massacre [Verse 2] Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet Like a storm, you could rain, but I riot Remains and gains power just like The Towering Inferno The beat's gonna burn, so Distance is kept, you better watch your step Volunteers go from here and get Ya out of the flames, pre-heat, the temperature change Anywhere within the range of Celsius Fahrenheit on the mic might melt, see it Burns soon as it's felt, see, it's Torchin', scorchin', mic's pipin' hot Steamin', who's schemin'? Nah, ya not James Brown must've been dusted, disgusted Now he can't be trusted Embalmed with fluids, static can cause explosion In fact, impact's closin' in Time was up, so I release a time bomb Beat gives me a heat-stroke, but I rhyme calm Pull out the tool, sometimes I wanna break fool... But I was cool like one in the chamber Let's play a game of rhymin' roulette Then put me up to your brain, then name a rhyme about ya clout One mistake... ya out If this is demonstration, it can't be the same show Maybe you're too fly, somewhere over the rainbow Courage, heart, and brain, you need rhymes Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times... you're gone Or the story won't end the same, and you'll feel the flame The potion was weak, make another antidote What's the science? Why can't ya quote? Elements for musical intelligence, rhymes are irrelevant No development, and that settles it Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast Of a master that has to make Musical Massacre!