Eric B. , Rakim - Musical Massacre lyrics

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

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!