[HOOK]
Light up the matches
Pour out the gasses
-- The result -- will be something that blasts
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now

My shit explosive
Lyrical dosage
At your own risk if you approach this
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now

[VERSE 1]
...Can someone tell me what is really going on / all I see is fake niggas that's really coming strong / -- and then I -- rap like a nigga from Bed Stuy / spazz in the sky, I'm jet fly / don't make a move unless I / split chromosomes like XY / Z dragon ball or Jay-hyphen / indict men, excitement, pedaling the game I been biking / up these hills and mountains / all you talk is bills you're counting / or how you cashing so much shit that you need an accountant / but me? Imma blow up differently / speak about real shit vividly / not the time to be timid b / bout to blow up like Timothy / -- McVeigh, who gives a F what they say / in their best interest that they pray / or their best interest that they pay / someone else -- to come over -- and write their verse or rhyme / lyrically, I thirst for crime / yet these niggas hurt for time / I'm bout to blow up, shout out to homie Patriot / This rap shit is like a game of tag, Flip be it...

[HOOK]
Light up the matches
Pour out the gasses
-- The result -- will be something that blasts
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now

My shit explosive
Lyrical dosage
At your own risk if you approach this
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now


[VERSE 2]
Smooth MC, my words slicker than Chili baby hair / you have less chances than Brooklyn Nets Jay-Z shares / point-5 percent / been chewing rappers since / a young'n, im tonguing lines ankle breakers, I-ver-son / Flip a sickly human / off the spit he puking / my flow guard bodies like Kevin Costner did Whitney Houston / Comma Texas, them haters tryna vex us / bar for bar check my checklist / coming on this so wreckless / -- like a terrorist controlling a plane / or patrolling insane -- thoughts -- devil on the brain / hey ... I'm on the spot strapped with C-4 / all "wire'd" up like B-more / you don't get it, then seek more / you indecisive / suffer from gingivitis / cause for a minute now, Mr. FlipStar has been the nicest / I'm about to blow up, they say my flow is dumb hard / I'm bout to blow up, somebody call the bomb squad

[HOOK]
Light up the matches
Pour out the gasses
-- The result -- will be something that blasts
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now

My shit explosive
Lyrical dosage
At your own risk if you approach this
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now
I'm bout to blow up now -- I'm bout I'm bout to blow up now