House Of Pain

House Of Pain - Heart Full Of Sorrow lyrics

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If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
 Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution
 They play their caps backwards still saying wack words
 No power to (durhust) just a few yes men
 Raising the question of who gave you a contract
 They should be fired youre officially retired

 I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass
 You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools
 Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards
 Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard
 Thinking youre the white hot man of the hour
 But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour
 Back in 89 PE fought the power and in 86 Big Daddy Kane was raw

 And I was right there on the first floor of the Palladium
 You never played a venue local college or a stadium
 A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession
 To earn this is a blessing
 This skills have me guessing learn cause Im testing
 Follow this down no question

 No doubt check it out
 You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node
 You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode
 Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is
 Built on lies dont apologize
 Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall
 And theyll all take a piece just like the Berlin wall
 And place it on their mantle like a souvenir
 And what they call a knick-knack is really your career

 Chorus

 You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
 Still there be people that would die for less
 You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
 If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
 You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
 Still there be people that would die for less
 You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
 If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow


 When its time to rise Ill open the archives
 When you be in dreams you got 85s
 Chrome down with the leather package
 You got a home of your own
 Youre holding acres
 I got it made
 Season tickets to the Knickers and the Lakers
 Playing both coasts closed and European festivals
 Crowd scream decibels x2
 In your ear you wanna make rapping your career

 From Arkansas to Minnesota I sell out the quota
 I be the wet dream making cream for promoters
 We keep the shit right we dont be starting no fights
 And he wont hold out my dough cause Im a put out his lights
 And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved
 We show love they show it back all problems solved
 You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump
 But I aint quitting till Im shitting on Donald Trump

 So take heed to the verses and styles and versions
 When you socialize with other MCs
 And boast your rhymes to company enemies
 And in any cases that feel is what you want
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 You want to make money money and take every honey
 Rap charges aint funny but it boost your career
 Your penile style is now hanging from a tier
 Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers
 Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on
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Author: Derrick Murphy, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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