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]