Pain I Feel

We'd like to dedicate this particular tune

to all to all to all the hell of ya from wherever

(Sample from

Channel Live:Mad Izm

)

Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, **** that!

Verse One:

I drop clarity like kerotene, everytime I speak out

Rappers freak out, but never stick their necks too deep out

And touch the live wire, gettin live like from gaya inner

Jim Jones kool-aid you got mad reason to be afraid

You ain't ready, rhymes are petty, never lyrical

It's a miracle they need to reign as they ???

To get blessed, East vs. West, we never on that

Cause the rugged format you can't get from where you're born at

So learn this, to burn this, you gotta earn this with your rap style be the firmest,

Forget about your color of epidermis

For advantages, there's bandages, whatever your language is

You be in Danger like that Blahzay triangle is

The Blah being mind freein

Not the fatigue wearin jewels glarin rapper, you used to seein

Absestos study lessions to make impressions

The P's come and squeal on the real I'm mad excited I got my deal but still...

Chorus:

(Sample from

Main Source:Looking At The Front Door

)

You don't know the pain I feel

(Channel Live)

Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, **** that!

Cuz cuz cuz you don't know the pain I feel

Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits

You don't know the pain I feel

Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, **** that!

Cuz cuz cuz you, cuz, cuz you don't know the pain I feel

Cause there's all these weak, rappers, steady making hits

Verse Two:

Now everybody lamp go ahead get amped for your camp

Without no harmony your Normandy would have never been the champ

And let me mention, no racial tension the way the rule goes

I flows with bros, PF flows with papa chulos

We combine cluster, you can't muster break your ligaments

Building my predicaments, living with the immigrants

See special blow your vest or do it thorough

That's blurro, my referral don't try to rally up your borough

Just warm, stay calm if you don't got steel in your palm you'll peel me,

I'm top rank I got more lines than the Yanks uni-

form, carry on screamin on MC's

Running around together only bonded by smoking trees

Chronic, my tonic make you vomit for teamin up

Bringin the drama, be blank comma blank comma

Read it, singers get weeded, then conceeded

But you don't know the pain, so watch how you feed it to me

(Chorus)

Verse Three:

Comin with with the raw tech, strong like Gortex

Rappers get more plex, as they make their name off all fetch

and unrealistic, your neighbor crew know you're ballistic

Your statistic ain't mistic, under that talk we know who is it

So stay busy, keep touring Your hood is roaring,

it's not a place for ********* to be exploring

Your plan lock it, you bandwagon just to start a rival

Without skills you better check for your own survival

And feel the pain rappers talk a good John Wayne but look stupid

You be trying to play us like a groupie

With your rap staff you riff and raff I listen and laugh,

In town you down out of town you get sent ass

And you don't know the pain...

(Chorus)