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 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