[scratched: "Dy-no-mite!"]  Just Blaaaaze!    [Rhymefest]  Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic  Spread the word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like  We ain't congregatin, mashin 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 type, 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 my real niggaz that U-Haul done hauled back  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 chuuump"    [Chorus]  I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T  I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}  Niggaz 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!"}    [Rhymefest]  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 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 '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 niggaz 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 pidgeon or a mark or a gump  Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump    [Chorus]    [Rhymefest]  You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb  A piece of the crunk, that ain't even where you from  Youse a follower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin follower  Probably wearin a wire, so I don't even talk to ya  You think these niggaz is thugs, they officers  Call the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, '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 gotta gotta  'bout a thousand dollars say you couldn't sit where I stand  All these niggaz 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  Gangsters don't hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and chill  Dime bag-ass niggaz 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    [Chorus]    [explosion]