Its transmissions bring submission as ya mold to the unreal
And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel

Yeah, and mad mad boy grips the microphone
With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question)

It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins if ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came, not a silent one
But a defiant one, never a normal one
'Cause I'm the bastard son with the visions of the move

Vocals not to soothe but to ignite and put in flight
My sense of militance groovin', playin' that game called survival
The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'

Give you a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel

Yeah, and mad boy grips the microphone
With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
Ah shit!

And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down then let me do the cuttin'
Yeah, come on

A .44 full of bullets, face full of pale
Eyes full of empty, a stare full of nails
The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel
A mind full of fire and a fistful of steel

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Yeah, with a fistful of steel, uh!
Come on, uh!
With a fistful of steel, uh!