Beats and Styles - Dynamite

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Blowing up like dynamite,
Blowing up like dynamite,
Blowing up like dynamite,
dah dah dah dynamite!

You might have ammo, you might have spark,
but you don't send a boy to do a dirty man's job.
So I put on my shades, put on my alligator,
pack my shit, kiss my kids see you later.
Rolling in the scene like a disco dream,
everything's smooth, if you know what I mean.
Zooming the babes, you know they start screamin',
I haven't got nothing, but I'm gonna lift the ceiling.

Blowing up like dynamite,
Blowing up like dynamite,
Blowing up like dynamite,
dah dah dah dynamite!

Hot'demma I'm a superslamma,
when I rock the mic right,
It's like dynamite, dynamite,
dah dah (tic tic yo) dynamite.
Hot-demma I'm a superslamma,
when I rock the mic right,
It's like dynamite, dynamite,
(tick, tick, yo) Dynamite.

Blowing up like dynamite...

DJ gave the tune, now everybody's hummin',
I grab the mic, they knew what was comin',
Bang 'til you bang, you got the funky drummer drummin'.
and all the fly hotties, we got a little somethin'.
So I put on the show, pull a cologne,
the old school shit you can't leave it alone.
B-boys in the ring, fly girls are like the bomb,
'cause I'm the superman who rocks the microphone.

Blowing up like dynamite...

Hot'demma I'm a superslamma...

Put your hands together,
Dynamite!
Put your hands together,
Dynamite!
Put your hands together,
Dynamite!
Put your hands together,
Dynamite!

Hot'demma I'm a superslamma...
Blowing up like dynamite...