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I'm a problem child, I'm my own worst enemy |
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No matter happens in life, precise and nothing scares me |
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Even the bombs is exploding all around me |
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I be the type of man, who stand his ground, firmly |
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I'm compulsive, psychotic in the mental |
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A walking fear factor, seven thirty, it's that simple |
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I've been exposed, to a universe of negative fall out |
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The fact that I move on nothing, it makes me wanna call out |
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Instead, I put vocals to the beats and get it popping |
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The harm glare right thru the track, I feel like rocking |
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But back to the program, damn |
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My evil and is, taking over like I'm sinking in some quicksand |
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Really I feel like going up in a blaze, hot damn! |
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I'm a cross of Jack the Ripper and the Son of Sam |
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It's like I'm living five lives and of five guys |
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With five million ways to bust heads, so forgive my slide |
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[Chorus: Afu-Ra] |
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I said yo, yo, do you wanna rumble? |
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Come and rumble with me..... |
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I've been working out these problems in my mind |
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[Afu-Ra] |
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Imagine yourself freefalling, falling and falling |
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A thousand stories, after diggin' some stars in scrolls |
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That's how I feel, 24 hours a day |
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From Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday |
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Friday, and even on Saturday, it's like I'm trapped in a box |
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Uh-huh, going to war with myself |
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So I can't stop thinking about killing myself |
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So I do what I do, to do what I do, to break the rules |
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Only form of therapy is to spit it for you |
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Carasmatically drastic with this rap shit |
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Thoughts are falling off, but send them back like elastic |
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Get the politic sorrows in the music game |
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I'm trynna make sense of corruption my brain |
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I hope this part of my life, don't want war with my seeds |
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Mascaration of pornos, wrapped in best flame |
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The little things, that's gon' drive me insane |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Afu-Ra] |
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I'm in hell, raised in lyrically blazing |
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To make a long story short, I'm half man, half amazing |
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Sometimes I don't know whether I'm coming or going |
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So I dive head first into the track, and keep flowing and flowing |
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My hearts on my sleeve, my loves growing and growing |
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That's how I like, from the music I make rumble |
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From the forty come licks, that's right I watch 'em crumble |
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Survival of the fittest, this business means business |
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Gotta say what I mean, gotta handle to my business |
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I'm one soldier fighting against a whole army |
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I'm little with bullets, yeah and none of them harming |
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My third eye, six stones, the eyes on the prize |
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Going from knowledge, from build the wise |
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And if I ain't succesful |
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In the back of my mind, I gotta wonder why |
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I keep my nose, yeah, fit to the grindstone |
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Going and showing and growing top of these ****ing poems |
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[Chorus x4] |
