Alright now
See those words, they're getting away
I got to catch 'em up, never let them escape
They attacked me, then they left me
Bruised and battered by the road side, they're deadly
They won't leave me be
Why do they keep on calling me emcee?
I tried to hide, even changed my name
Even made it plain I wasn't in it for the fame
At first it was a game but now it's life or death
They won't be satisfied till I breath my last breath
What do they want from me?
Why do they haunt me?
Now I'm constantly looking over my shoulder
I fear these words, they're unpredictable
I cannot escape
It's real difficult
They got some sort of mechanism tracking me down
Technology picking up even the slightest sound
And I can sense it, they ain't far I guess they're trying to kill me by making me a star
Will somebody explain what's going on around me?
What have I done?
Why do they hound me?

Ideas bombarding my brain constantly
Just when I figure I'm safe they're unto me
My imagination's out of control and running wild
I'm being pursued by a conceptual style
In it's hand is a weapon in the shape of a mic
It's eyes filled with fire and it's ready to strike
But I duck it misses and I escape temporarily
I got another lifeline, it's me or the rhyme

Now I'm heavily disguised with a moustache and a wig
Wearing a pair of dark shades and clothes that don't fit
I watch who I talk to, what information I divulge
I tell 'em nothing that could incriminate me
I even changed the way that I walk so they don't recognise I'm limping with my hand on my hip
And all the while inventing a tracking device of my own
So I could play them at their own game, but now I'm unknown
Just a figment of my imagination without a name
You can call me sir, or you can call me the flame
'Cause of the fires that I start each time I hold a mic I might starve but I ain't falling for the hype
I remain calm as the device begins to beep
There's a rhyme next to my ear above the right shoulder
Should I catch it or should I let it escape
At the risk of blowing my cover if ever I should fail

Ideas bombarding my brain constantly
Just when I figure I'm safe they're unto me
My imagination's out of control and running wild
I'm being pursued by a conceptual style
In it's hand is a weapon in the shape of a mic
It's eyes filled with fire and it's ready to strike
But I duck it misses and I escape temporarily
I got another lifeline, it's me or the rhyme

Now the rhyme's about a metre in front of me
Attracted to the sound of my tracking device beeping silently
Confused, it stops to analyse
Staring at the person who they don't recognise
I act mystified, hide my emotions to try to throw them
Off the scent of who I really am
What I really am is a prisoner of my own fate
But I'm I total control of my rhyme state
They couldn't identify me, so they went by me
And I pursued them slyly
Tracking them every step of the way
Till I discover where their headquarters are at, then we can play
Two hours later they ain't suspected a thing
The signals I'm getting are the strongest they've ever been
This is it!
All these words in one place I prepare myself, then I reveal my face
Pull out my Uzi of a microphone
Break down the door, it's me all on my own
I attack, they respond It's kill or be killed 'cause that's the planet that I'm from

Ideas bombarding my brain constantly
Just when I figure I'm safe they're unto me
My imagination's out of control and running wild
I'm being pursued by a conceptual style
In it's hand is a weapon in the shape of a mic
It's eyes filled with fire and it's ready to strike
But I duck it misses and I escape temporarily
I got another lifeline, it's me or the rhyme

It's me or the rhyme
(repeat to fade)