Alright now   See those words, they're getting away   I got to catch 'em up, never let them escape   They attacked me, then they left me   Bruised and battered by the road side, they're deadly   They won't leave me be   Why do they keep on calling me emcee?   I tried to hide, even changed my name   Even made it plain I wasn't in it for the fame   At first it was a game but now it's life or death   They won't be satisfied till I breath my last breath   What do they want from me?   Why do they haunt me?   Now I'm constantly looking over my shoulder   I fear these words, they're unpredictable   I cannot escape   It's real difficult   They got some sort of mechanism tracking me down   Technology picking up even the slightest sound   And I can sense it, they ain't far I guess they're trying to kill me by making me a star   Will somebody explain what's going on around me?   What have I done?   Why do they hound me?       Ideas bombarding my brain constantly   Just when I figure I'm safe they're unto me   My imagination's out of control and running wild   I'm being pursued by a conceptual style   In it's hand is a weapon in the shape of a mic   It's eyes filled with fire and it's ready to strike   But I duck it misses and I escape temporarily   I got another lifeline, it's me or the rhyme      Now I'm heavily disguised with a moustache and a wig   Wearing a pair of dark shades and clothes that don't fit   I watch who I talk to, what information I divulge   I tell 'em nothing that could incriminate me   I even changed the way that I walk so they don't recognise I'm limping with my hand on my hip   And all the while inventing a tracking device of my own   So I could play them at their own game, but now I'm unknown   Just a figment of my imagination without a name   You can call me sir, or you can call me the flame   'Cause of the fires that I start each time I hold a mic I might starve but I ain't falling for the hype   I remain calm as the device begins to beep   There's a rhyme next to my ear above the right shoulder   Should I catch it or should I let it escape   At the risk of blowing my cover if ever I should fail      Ideas bombarding my brain constantly   Just when I figure I'm safe they're unto me   My imagination's out of control and running wild   I'm being pursued by a conceptual style   In it's hand is a weapon in the shape of a mic   It's eyes filled with fire and it's ready to strike   But I duck it misses and I escape temporarily   I got another lifeline, it's me or the rhyme      Now the rhyme's about a metre in front of me   Attracted to the sound of my tracking device beeping silently   Confused, it stops to analyse   Staring at the person who they don't recognise   I act mystified, hide my emotions to try to throw them   Off the scent of who I really am   What I really am is a prisoner of my own fate   But I'm I total control of my rhyme state   They couldn't identify me, so they went by me   And I pursued them slyly   Tracking them every step of the way   Till I discover where their headquarters are at, then we can play   Two hours later they ain't suspected a thing   The signals I'm getting are the strongest they've ever been   This is it!   All these words in one place I prepare myself, then I reveal my face   Pull out my Uzi of a microphone   Break down the door, it's me all on my own   I attack, they respond It's kill or be killed 'cause that's the planet that I'm from      Ideas bombarding my brain constantly   Just when I figure I'm safe they're unto me   My imagination's out of control and running wild   I'm being pursued by a conceptual style   In it's hand is a weapon in the shape of a mic   It's eyes filled with fire and it's ready to strike   But I duck it misses and I escape temporarily   I got another lifeline, it's me or the rhyme      It's me or the rhyme   (repeat to fade)