BLAHZAY BLAHZAY - Pain I Feel lyrics

rate me

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...

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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 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

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[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 pussycats 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...

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