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Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I got demons running through my slate
They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in
And manifest itself in the form of a sin
If I was Rin Tin Tin Iââ¬â¢d rip the skin off of
Lassie
The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me
You high on gas like a rastaman bought it
Donââ¬â¢t set it off kid and get me started
Cause youââ¬â¢re highly regarded when youââ¬â¢re
dearly departed
But mommaââ¬â¢s still crying asking God why in
The world could you take her only child
When you was fronting on the streets like you was
buckwild
To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
You canââ¬â¢t fumble and if you gots to rumble
Then word to Bryant Gumble Iââ¬â¢m a live for today
And God bless the man that steps in my way
Cause if I said it somebodyââ¬â¢s getting wetted
So just keep your cool and everythingââ¬â¢s
copasetic
Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
And mineââ¬â¢ll still be the intellect that plays
ya
Cause when the mike check Iââ¬â¢m high tech skills
are apparent
You can play the child kid Iââ¬â¢ll play the parent
Cause Iââ¬â¢m a be responsible for your schooling
But I wonââ¬â¢t change your diapers or do your car
poolin
Chorus
Get up Iââ¬â¢ll break ya down a little somethen'
Iââ¬â¢m fed up itââ¬â¢s time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
Iââ¬â¢m fed up itââ¬â¢s time to go head huntin'
Get up Iââ¬â¢ll break ya down a little somethin'
Iââ¬â¢m fed up itââ¬â¢s time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
Iââ¬â¢m fed up itââ¬â¢s time to go head huntin'
Lord have some mercy on my soul
Now why everybody making shit thatââ¬â¢s unreal
Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal
Forgetting all about how itââ¬â¢s supposed to feel
Kids be going out for the record deal
So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap
Or Iââ¬â¢m a make like the man and drop bomb on
your gat
But donââ¬â¢t snap cause this ainââ¬â¢t HBO
Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough
While you say that though you trying to gain that
ho
Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know
I donââ¬â¢t need MTV to make no bucks
I rock styles that make you say ââ¬ÅAh who dat
waz?ââ¬Â
Who that was is the man of all hours
sending all star players straight back to the
showers
Fake hard rocks are really just cowards
I master dub plates like my nameââ¬â¢s Herb Powers
I getcha open like hunting season
I make papers donââ¬â¢t front on the reason
Cause Iââ¬â¢m seizing up every day
You say carpe diem I call em like I see em
Chorus 3
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