Eric Weis - Rumble lyrics

[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 ball 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 k**ing 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 sh** 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 p**nos, wrapped in best flame The little things, that's gon' drive me insane [Chorus 2x] [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 f**ing poems [Chorus 4x]