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