Rhymefest - Dynomite (Going Postal) lyrics

Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic
Spread the word like Pastor Ike
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, tight
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?
Shit I know more real niggas
That U-Haul than haul crack
You ain't a stand up man? Well
You fall and crawl back
You a long distance thug
The fuck 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 nigga, you a mark, you a gump
Fuckin 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 runnin for cover from
The fallin debris i'm "Dy no-mite!"
Explosive, nigga 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!"

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 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 bitch
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
Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk
You a chump

You would sell your own momma for
A piece of a crumb a piece of the crunk
That ain't even where you from
You's a follower
(what?) That's right, a fuckin follower
Probably wearin 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 off of us
'fore I show you 'Bout a killer or a man or
A giant when I stand open my palm, bitch
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 got
I got about a thousand dollars say
You couldn't sit where I stand
All these niggas that spit threats
Hoes that get wet
My style's runnin to the toilet
You ain't seen shit 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
Gangstas don't hold the rock
But they know how to flip it and chill
Dime bag-ass niggas ain't large
When the Patriot Act
Come hit they ass 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 bitch
We got the world in our hand