Dynomite (going Postal) Lyrics - Blue Collar - Rhymefest

[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]