Dynamite Sound

Lyrics

[Intro] (Alan: Incredible! Bobby: I can't believe Bruce Dickinson digs our sound! Bruce Dickinson: Easy, guys.. I put my pants on just like the rest of you -- one leg at a time. Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records. [ the group laughs ] Alright, here we go.) [Verse 1] It's the illest in the known universe About to burst I make a dead man jump up out the hearse When I spout the verse The man behind the red eyes glowing inside the cloud of herb Yeah, we're about to blaze I'm a Fire hazard in a crowded place I'm a Bio hazard straight out of the lab My life battling Trapped in a barrel of crabs The rap lobster I stay red like that The monster, rip off your head like that Then I head right back to location X I got ecstasy pills and a crate of Becks I got MDMA at the end of the day When the moon turns black and I enter the stage A4 venting the rage Like guman empty the gauge I tend to the page The pen mightier than the blade I might be mistaken But I stay writing away I'm the iceberg melting You're riding my wave Fire make primates hide in the cave Try test Jehst with the mind of an ape? Nah, I'm at the next evolutionary Very revolutionary stage You could get buried in the grave With a grave weight heavy on my brain [Chorus] (You have got, what appears to be, a dynamite sound You have got, what appears to be, a dynamite sound.) [Verse 2] You might see me in khaki fatigues and a green T Sipping on green tea Smoking the green tree Putting my puma through the TV In disgust Pull out the breakbeats Blow off the dust Cess blow in the gust Flow off the top like breast milk fresh from the bust I got a spot like lust Plus I'm using my loaf for earning a crust Burning the buds Slurring and drunk On street Scraping the curb with my dunks Cursing the government Serving the skunk Working the words for the worth of the drums Mainly concerned with the funds Like a first time father faced with the birth of a son I'm like a bullet just burst from a gun Hellfire turning the Earth to a Sun Everything bun Everything done Lion in the jungle Everything run! Elephant stampeding through your precint Old school in a tracksuit and a sheep skin Stomping out these weaklings Anne Robinson saying, 'Goodbye,' to the weak links It's a week in the life of Billy Brimstone Dope beats for your iPod [Chorus] (You have got, what appears to be, a dynamite sound You have got, what appears to be, a dynamite sound.) [Outro] (Eric Bloom: Stop! [ the group cuts off their instruments ] Um, Bruce, could you come in here for a minute, please? Bruce Dickinson: [ stepping out of the booth ] That... that was gonna be a great track. Guys, what's the deal? Eric Bloom: Uh, are you sure that was sounding okay? Bruce Dickinson: I'll be honest.. fellas, it was sounding great. But.. I could've used a little more cowbell.)