Letra de The Bomb

It's like a holocaust to the boss when I tossToo much knowledge kicked then you're lostIn a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddlerAnd I control your mind like HitlerYou bow and vow to authoritySee now, a sucker with a style just boring meSo I show K N O W L E D G E, it might trouble youThen I transform like a decepticonWith a mic as a bombI'm solo, you ask how I'm livingStill dropping more shit than a pigeonWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the HThe M, the O, the B, the greatLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotchaIt's the hip hopper that don't like coppersAnd if you try to upset the pot sunYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgunI make the beats, I make the breaksI make the rhymes that make you shakeMake you find, Ice Cube never caught in the middleI make shit to kick you in the ass a littleAnd still never hesitate to stutter stepOr bust a repetition on the micStill dissing all the hype from left to rightHow many left to fight?So what that Lench Mob like?