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