Fed Up Lyrics - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again - House Of Pain

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