Sire, never tire, call me Messiah
I walk bare foot on hot coals full on fire
The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire
The type to cross the street, in the cross fire
Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical
Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do
Got it rapped up, got it cracked up
Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up
You know I get down and dirty when it's time to set it
Now you hear it now you know