Fed Up

Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy

I got demons runnin' through my slate

They like to creep when my thoughts get deep

Scheemin', trying to find a place to fit in

And manifest itself in the form of a sin

If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie

The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me

You high on gas like a rastaman farted

Don't set it off kid and get me started

'Cause you're highly reguarded when you're dearly departed

But momma's still crying asking God

Why in the world could you take her only child

When you was frontin' on the streets like you was buckwild

To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble

You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble

Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today

And God bless the man that steps in my way

'Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted

So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic

Pull out your heater kid spit your razor

And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya

'Cause when the mic check I'm high tech skills are apparent

You can play the child kid I'll play the parent

'Cause I ain't responsible for your schooling

But I won't change your diapers or do your car pooling

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Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin'

I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'

Dead up too many crews be frontin'

I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'

Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin'

I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'

Dead up too many crews be frontin'

I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'

Lord have some mercy on my soul, whoa whoa

Now why everybody makin' shit that's unreal

'Cause the A in man he wants mass appeal

Forgettin' all about how it's supposed to feel

Kids be going out for the record deal

So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap

Or I'm a make like the van and drop bomb on your gat

But don't snap 'cause this ain'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 knew

I don't need MTV to make no bucks

I rock styles that make you say 'uh, who that was?'

Who that was is the many boy

I was sending all star players straight back to the showers

Fake hard rocks are really just cowards

I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers

I getcha open like huntin' season

I make papers don't front on the reason

'Cause I'm sizing up every day

You say carpe dion I call'em like I see'em

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