[Afu-Ra] 

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 shit 

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 fucking poems