We'd like to dedicate this particular tune
to all to all to all the hell of ya from wherever
[Channel Live] But there's only weak rappers steady making hits, fuck
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, rappers are petty, never lyrical
It's a miracle they need to reign as they physical
to get blessed, East vs. West, we never on that
Cause the rugged format you can 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 pre your 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:
You don't know the pain I feel
But there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, fuck that!
Cuz cuz cuz you don't know the pain I feel
But there's all these weak, rappers, steady making hits
You don't know the pain I feel
But there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, fuck that!
Cuz cuz cuz you, cuz, cuz you don't know the pain I feel
But 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 will never be the champ
And let me mention, no racial tension the way the rule goes
I flows
