Musical Massacre - Rakim

How could I keep my composure 
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure? 
Release  then veins in the brains increase 
When I let off  make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece 
Unloadin  unfold and the rhymes are explodin 
And the mic that I'm holdin's golden 
Cordless cause the wire caught fire like a fuse 
Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction 
The outcome is there so listen 
Here's the brief description 
A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust 
Contact is compact when I bust 
MC's are now in a massacre 
A disaster a... master at fashion a beat to death 
To a pulp, till it can't pump 
Speakers aint sayin nothin 
Now the ball can thump 
As I'm lookin' I stand like great buildings in Brooklyn 
Then the stage is took then 
Havoc struck that could product a whole court 
Keep in touch with the mic when you're holdin y'all 
Sumpin and pumpin and slobbin and droolin 
Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya foolin? 
Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood sucker 
What you oughtta do.... is pick up a tempo 
From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent so 
You start to kidnap 
I watch the kid rap 
When he get off he know he shouldn't a did that 
Minor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-liner 
You won't be inclined to go so yo 
Maybe later, you're gonna be 
But for now, you're almost one of me 
Now the immature imitations taken from originations 
Made by tracin and a little arrangin 
So perform, If ya still aint warm maybe after 
A roast by the host with the most it's a musical massacre 

Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet 
Like a storm, you could rain...but a riot 
Remains, the gangs