Lord have mercy   Lord have mercy   I got demons running through my slate   They like to creep when my thoughts get deep   Scheming, 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 bought it   Don't set it off kid and get me started   Cause you're highly regarded 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 fronting 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 mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent   You can play the child kid I'll play the parent   Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling   But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin         Chorus   Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen'   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      Now why everybody making shit that's unreal   Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal   Forgetting 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 man 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 know   I don't need mtv to make no bucks   I rock styles that make you say ¡°ah who dat waz? ¡±   Who that was is the man of all hours   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 hunting season   I make papers don't front on the reason   Cause I'm seizing up every day   You say carpe diem I call em like I see em      Chorus 3