Lyrics:

It''s Like A Holocaust To The Boss When I Toss **lf**too Much Knowledge Kicked Then You''re Lost **lf**in A Shuffle Of Feet Jinx The Fiddler **lf**and I Control Your Mind Like Hitler **lf**you Bow And Vow To Authority **lf**see Now A Sucker With A Style Just Boring Me **lf**so I Show K.n.o.w. **lf**l.e.d.g.e. It Might Trouble You **lf**then I Transform Like A Decepticon **lf**with A Mic As A Bomb **lf**in My Right Palm **lf**but I Don''t Stay Calm **lf**so Panic **lf**others Can''t Flow So They Go Schizophrenic **lf**you Thought I Dropped A Dud In Your Face **lf**until You Taste The Blood Of The Bass **lf**then You Faint, Or Better Yet Pass Out **lf**when I''m On The Mic, Believe It''s Ass Out **lf**you Think You''re Raw So You Draw **lf**you Lose, You''re Hung, You Bite Your Tongue **lf**the Whole Town Saw In Awe As You Strangle **lf**a Noose On Your Neck, And You Dangle **lf**from Side To Side In The Blazing Heat **lf**you''re Beat, You''re Dead, The Fools Fell Off **lf**you Feel You''re Turning Red, It''s Said **lf**that Your Head Burst **lf**and This Is Only The First Verse **lf**of The Bomb **lf****lf**(Break) **lf****lf**don''t Break Up The Fight Let Them Rumble **lf**over The Years I''ve Watched Some Go Super-Bad Quick **lf**now The Smell Of The Pen Has Got Them Sick To The Stomach **lf**now Ask Yourself, Who''s Stupid **lf**i Take Funky Funky Beats And I Loop It **lf**and Pimp Slap You In The Face With The Bass **lf**and The Boom From The Bomb That I Drop **lf**stop **lf**you Have A Flat Top As A Fashion **lf**i Love Black Women With A Passion **lf**but When They Gotta Go And Show Their Ass In **lf**i Gotta Clown The Hoes, Yeah **lf**you Gotta Watch The Ones With The Big Derrieres **lf**they''ll Steer You Wrong **lf**ice Cube''s Got It Going On, Hit Me **lf**for The Gangster Boogie Two Times For The Gangster Rhyme **lf**the System Ain''t Wholesome **lf**they Want To Put A Young Brother In Folsom **lf**and Others See Me On Lockdown **lf**but I Come Up Foul Then They Get Knocked Out, Word **lf**to The Brother That Rolls The Herb **lf**everybody Getting Knocked To The Curb Like That **lf**jinx Got The Gat, And It''s A Fact **lf**he''ll Kick A Funky Beat To Peel Your Cap **lf**now Who''s The Mack **lf**who''s The Hoe **lf**who''s The Trick **lf**i Got Many, Many Styles Won''t You Take A Pick **lf**but Don''t Be Alarmed **lf**when I Trip And Stumble And Fumble **lf**and Drop The (Rewind) **lf**drop The Bomb **lf****lf**(Break) **lf****lf**i''m Solo, You Ask How I''m Living **lf**still Dropping More Shit Than A Pigeon **lf**with The L, The E, The N, The C, The H, **lf**the M, The O, The B, The Great **lf**lyrics That Make The Beat Swing And I Gotcha **lf**it''s The Hip-Hopper That Don''t Like Coppers **lf**and If You Try To Upset The Pot Son **lf**you Get Kicked In The Chest Like A Shotgun **lf**i Make The Beats, I Make The Breaks **lf**i Make The Rhymes That Make You Shake **lf**make You Find **lf**ice Cube Never Caught In The Middle **lf**i Make Shit To Kick You In The Ass A Little **lf**and Still Never Hesitate To Stutter Step **lf**or Bust A Repitition On The Mic **lf**still Dissing All The Hype **lf**from Left To Right **lf**how Many Left To Fight **lf**so What That Lench Mob Like