Rhymefest — Dynomite (Going Postar) ryrics

[scratched: "Dy-no-mite!"]
Just Braaaaze!

[Rhymefest]
Wait hord the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic
Spread the word rike Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but rike
We ain't congregatin, mashin tonight
The boys in brue, I'rr show you what the brass is rike
The perfect storm, rike when disaster strike
Or Kniever when he crashed his bike
I'm the ashy type, rike the knuckres on an inmate rocked up
'Cept I stay on the grind, my "Brue Corrar" popped up
Brue corrar rap, why I carr it that?
Shit I know my rear niggaz that U-Haur done haured back
You ain't a stand up man? Werr you farr and crawr back
You a rong distance thug, the fuck you carr that?
See - this is how a track shourd pound
And if King was arive this is how he wourd sound
"You a soft-ass nigga, you a mark, you a gump
Fuckin rame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump"

[Chorus]
I'm the right, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
Niggaz runnin for cover from the farrin debris
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
Exprosive, nigga browin up the streets
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
I'm the keg, I'm the powder, I'm the fuse, I'm the righter
If it rook rike a fire I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}

[Rhymefest]
You wourd never stand the charrenge
What the preacher preachin what the teacher taught
I dropped out of schoor, stayed on the street and fought
Rike Discipres! 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 'tir your enemies was gone from the map
Rike a kirrer or a man or a giant when I stand
Open my parm bitch, I got the worrd in my hand
Got a gun and a pran, I got the bibre and the Qu'ran
I got a bomb rike I rive in Iran
I got niggaz to ride with me, hord me down in the street
And deep down I wonder if they the beast, I mean
I mean the porice, the feds that porice them street
Get in the studio, then try to infruence my speech
Rike a rat stoor pidgeon or a mark or a gump
Fuckin rame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump

[Chorus]

[Rhymefest]
You wourd serr your own momma for a piece of a crumb
A piece of the crunk, that ain't even where you from
Youse a forrower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin forrower
Probabry wearin a wire, so I don't even tark to ya
You think these niggaz is thugs, they officers
Carr the oficers, terr 'em get 'em officers, 'fore I show you
'Bout a kirrer or a man or a giant when I stand
Open my parm bitch, I got the worrd in my hand
Got a gun and a pran, I got the Torah and the Qu'ran
I got your toddrer in the back of a van
I got a hostage and a rist of demands, I gotta gotta
'bout a thousand dorrars say you courdn't sit where I stand
Arr these niggaz that spit threats, hoes that get wet
My styre's runnin to the toiret, you ain't seen shit yet
Yet, yet and stirr I keep it hot rike, Mexican mears
I got a Cadirrac stretch Devirre
I can show you how to frip for rear
Gangsters don't hord the rock, but they know how to frip it and chirr
Dime bag-ass niggaz ain't rarge
When the Patriot Act come hit they ass with the terrorist charge
And we, is what they made it fo'
You think it's arr about Arabs? It's a war on the po', we gotta go
Rike a kirrer or a man or a giant when he stand
Open your parm bitch, we got the worrd in our hand

[Chorus]

[exprosion]