Some sort of Reggae chant, (don't seriously expect me to know what he is saying
Lord have mercy (2x)
I got demons, runnin through my sleep, they like to creep when my thoughts get deep
Schemen, tryin to find a place to fit in, then manafiest themselves in the form of a sin
If I was Rin tin tin I'd rip the skin off that ass, that shit you talk but I ain't threaten to blast
You high on gas like a Rasta man farted, don't set it off kid and get me started
Cause you highly regarded when your dearly departed, and mama's still cryin askin god why in
the world could you take her only child, when you was frontin on the streets like you was buck wildTo keep it real kid you gots to stay humble, you can't fumble and it you got to rumble
Then word to Brynt Gumble I'm a' live for today, and god bless the man who steps in my way
Cause if I said it, somebody's gettin wetted, so just keep your cool and everything's copesetic
Pull out your heater, kid spit your razor, and mine will still be the intelect that plays ya
Cause when I mike check I'm high tech, skill's are apperent, you can play the child kid, I'll play the parent
Cause I'm a' be responsible for your schoolin, but I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin
(chorus)Get up, I'll break it 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 it 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
