Don'T Sweat The Technique
Eric B.
4:23Pass the hand grenade It's gonna blow, 'cause I took out the pin Detach the detonator, data send Programmed wit' protons, eqipped wit' predicates Electrons and elements just fit Your pronoun, hits the ground, and that's that Hit the floor, like a meteor, so get back Commas and quotation marks, separate the sparks Followed the course in, to avoid gettin' sharked More volts than a lightning bolt, handle wit' care I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear Armed and dangerous, trained for combat Let off rounds, and they won't respond back Explosions I made to invade Your parade, your weak beats' decay 'till they can't Get played, wrong elements in the mic, they Get sprayed, pass the hand grenade After the stage gets warm, I heat it up The crowd gets charged, I speed it up They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut The rhyme gets good, so eat it up Food for thought, until your thoughts is sore Fill up a colosseum, I can serve them all Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw And if you're overweight, then here's some more 'Cause every dish I make tastes great And plus fillin', if I sold a third of my rhymes I make a killin', get the salt and pepper from the maid Get the blood off the blade, pass the hand grenade If you try this, your response is tonsilitis I'm leaving authors and writers with arthritis You got the slightest ideas, I got the brightest Here's the lightest, so clear, it's out of sight, it's Darkness, from the darkness came light, the night is The time for Ra to recite it Educated, but complicated style For all the biters, I'm shuttin' rappers up like Midas I got the force of a Turbo Porsche You get lost, in the source, and then thrown off course You can't destroy the decoys, to detour No sense of direction, so what'cha speed for? You wouldn't've never made it, how many styles Have I created? So many rhymes I bust, ya frustrated Then the mic will self sestruct Ya get sprayed, pass the hand grenade Pass the hand grenade Pass the hand grenade