Rumble

I'm a problem child, I'm my own worst enemy

No matter happens in life, precise and nothing scares me

Even the bombs is exploding all around me

I be the type of man, who stand his ground, firmly

I'm compulsive, psychotic in the mental

A walking fear factor, seven thirty, it's that simple

I've been exposed, to a universe of negative fall out

The fact that I move on nothing, it makes me wanna call out

Instead, I put vocals to the beats and get it popping

The harm glare right thru the track, I feel like rocking

But back to the program, damn

My evil and is, taking over like I'm sinking in some quicksand

Really I feel like going up in a blaze, hot damn!

I'm a cross of Jack the Ripper and the Son of Sam

It's like I'm living five lives and of five guys

With five million ways to bust heads, so forgive my slide

[Chorus: Afu-Ra]

I said yo, yo, do you wanna rumble?

Come and rumble with me.....

I've been working out these problems in my mind

[Afu-Ra]

Imagine yourself freefalling, falling and falling

A thousand stories, after diggin' some stars in scrolls

That's how I feel, 24 hours a day

From Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

Friday, and even on Saturday, it's like I'm trapped in a box

Uh-huh, going to war with myself

So I can't stop thinking about killing myself

So I do what I do, to do what I do, to break the rules

Only form of therapy is to spit it for you

Carasmatically drastic with this rap *******t

Thoughts are falling off, but send them back like elastic

Get the politic sorrows in the music game

I'm trynna make sense of corruption my brain

I hope this part of my life, don't want war with my seeds

Mascaration of pornos, wrapped in best flame

The little things, that's gon' drive me insane

[Chorus x2]

[Afu-Ra]

I'm in hell, raised in lyrically blazing

To make a long story short, I'm half man, half amazing

Sometimes I don't know whether I'm coming or going

So I dive head first into the track, and keep flowing and flowing

My hearts on my sleeve, my loves growing and growing

That's how I like, from the music I make rumble

From the forty come licks, that's right I watch 'em crumble

Survival of the fittest, this business means business

Gotta say what I mean, gotta handle to my business

I'm one soldier fighting against a whole army

I'm little with bullets, yeah and none of them harming

My third eye, six stones, the eyes on the prize

Going from knowledge, from build the wise

And if I ain't succesful

In the back of my mind, I gotta wonder why

I keep my nose, yeah, fit to the grindstone

Going and showing and growing top of these ******* poems

[Chorus x4]