Blahzay Blahzay - Pain I Feel (radio version) lyrics

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, f** 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 j**els 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, f** 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, f** 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 p**ycats to be exploring Your plan lock it, you bandwagon just to start a rival Without sk**s 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 a** And you don't know the pain... (Chorus)