Pain Language
It's kind of insane, ain't it
But naw, this is pain language
Pain Language, official remix...
Soul Assassins, Gold Chain Music...
B.Y.I., motherfucker...
Pain language 2008, all day long, live from Los Angeles, California, motherfucker...
Yo B-Real, kick this shit, homie...
If you feel the anguish
Let me tell you what the aim is, to introduce you to pain language
But don't know what you started for
Call me Sun Tzu, gifted in The Art Of War
We beat 'em with the heater and leave 'em bleedin' in such
And God damn, you ain't Alisa Nathan like Alice In Wonderland
The pain is real, and my stainless steal
Has a mind of its own, once on, it's brain is killed
Break your jaw, we break your wheel
Take the boy to the E.R., his blood got spilt
And come from the block where the Glocks pop constantly
We the real shit, you bitches are wannabes
What you wanna be doing is gettin' out of here
The motto of the assassin
Put a bullet in his ear
Ay yo, somebody better pay him
I might just run at your spot
With the thang wavin'
It's kind of insane, ain't it
But naw, this is pain language
Omar Cruz, let's do this...
Lyrical don, Los Angeles (?) street disciple
The shit I'm on, is ghetto Qu'rar barrio bible
My spit develop pictures
I make the (?) of the life, you rappin' mega pixels
God save us, my wells, won't buy the bravest
Some worship in Allah
Some worship fashion labels
My holy water, I drink it like cases of beer
And I ain't (?) to tellin' us all the end is near
That's why I carry a semi in every sentence
The hand of God, protect me, you wanna fly, then test me
I give you wings for all the pain that I see
Who's the nicest, the truth is that
If it was known, half of y'all would have a middle-aged crisis
As I write this, I wrote this, I think
Of the sacrifice it took and all the doors that was ever opened
And I'm the hottest thing smokin'
Soak it in and get your heart broken
I'm leavin' with a bag of tokens
So try to find another ash you can blow your smoke in
I'm somebody you better know
Heavyweight in the game is busy with the schedule
And the streets told me to never come regular
Now everything I do is incredible
Shoutouts to B-Real...
Shoutouts to Gold Chain Music...
Shoutouts to Envy Studios...
Soul Assassins up in this motherfucker, you know what I mean...
Shoutouts to DJ Skee...
DJ Khalil, DJ Warrior, Mr. Cartoon...
The homie Tony Diamond...
B.Y.I., Soul Assassins, Gold Chain Music all motherfuckin' day...
It's that pain language, motherfucker...
Tell a friend, homeboy...
It's kind of insane, ain't it
But naw, this is pain language
But naw, this is pain language
Pain Language, official remix...
Soul Assassins, Gold Chain Music...
B.Y.I., motherfucker...
Pain language 2008, all day long, live from Los Angeles, California, motherfucker...
Yo B-Real, kick this shit, homie...
If you feel the anguish
Let me tell you what the aim is, to introduce you to pain language
But don't know what you started for
Call me Sun Tzu, gifted in The Art Of War
We beat 'em with the heater and leave 'em bleedin' in such
And God damn, you ain't Alisa Nathan like Alice In Wonderland
The pain is real, and my stainless steal
Has a mind of its own, once on, it's brain is killed
Break your jaw, we break your wheel
Take the boy to the E.R., his blood got spilt
And come from the block where the Glocks pop constantly
We the real shit, you bitches are wannabes
What you wanna be doing is gettin' out of here
The motto of the assassin
Put a bullet in his ear
Ay yo, somebody better pay him
I might just run at your spot
With the thang wavin'
It's kind of insane, ain't it
But naw, this is pain language
Omar Cruz, let's do this...
Lyrical don, Los Angeles (?) street disciple
The shit I'm on, is ghetto Qu'rar barrio bible
My spit develop pictures
I make the (?) of the life, you rappin' mega pixels
God save us, my wells, won't buy the bravest
Some worship in Allah
Some worship fashion labels
My holy water, I drink it like cases of beer
And I ain't (?) to tellin' us all the end is near
That's why I carry a semi in every sentence
The hand of God, protect me, you wanna fly, then test me
I give you wings for all the pain that I see
Who's the nicest, the truth is that
If it was known, half of y'all would have a middle-aged crisis
As I write this, I wrote this, I think
Of the sacrifice it took and all the doors that was ever opened
And I'm the hottest thing smokin'
Soak it in and get your heart broken
I'm leavin' with a bag of tokens
So try to find another ash you can blow your smoke in
I'm somebody you better know
Heavyweight in the game is busy with the schedule
And the streets told me to never come regular
Now everything I do is incredible
Shoutouts to B-Real...
Shoutouts to Gold Chain Music...
Shoutouts to Envy Studios...
Soul Assassins up in this motherfucker, you know what I mean...
Shoutouts to DJ Skee...
DJ Khalil, DJ Warrior, Mr. Cartoon...
The homie Tony Diamond...
B.Y.I., Soul Assassins, Gold Chain Music all motherfuckin' day...
It's that pain language, motherfucker...
Tell a friend, homeboy...
It's kind of insane, ain't it
But naw, this is pain language
Credits
Writer(s): Larry E Muggerud
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