| I’m a problem child, I’m my own worst enemy
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| No matter what 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 fallout
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| The fact that I move on nothing, it makes me wanna ball out
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| Instead, I put vocals to the beats and get it popping
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| The harm glare right through 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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| 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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| Imagine yourself free falling, falling and falling
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| A thousand story’s, 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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| Charismatically 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 in my brain
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| I hope this part of my life, don’t want war with my seeds
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| Masturbation of pornos, wrapped in best flame
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| The little things, that’s gon' drive me insane
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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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| 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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| 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, build the wise
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| And if I ain’t successful
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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 fucking poems
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| And do you wanna rumble?
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| And do you wanna rumble?
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| And do you wanna rumble?
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| And do you wanna rumble? |