Pain I Feel Lyrics - Blahzay Blahzay

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 cool-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! 

'cause 'cause 'cause 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! 

'cause 'cause 'cause you, 'cause, 'cause 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 

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 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... 

Chorus