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House Of Pain Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again Heart Full Of Sorrow 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 you're officially retired I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass You get laced up with jewels your crew's acting like fools Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour But you just can't 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 boy's (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown man's profession To earn this is a blessing This skills have me guessing learn cause I'm 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 don't apologize Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall And they'll 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 ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow When it's time to rise I'll open the archives When you be in dreams you got 85s Chrome down with the leather package You got a home of your own You're holding acres I got it made Season tickets to the Knicks 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 don't be starting no fights And he won't hold out my dough cause I'm 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 ain't quitting till I'm 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 ??? You want to make money money and take every honey Rap charges ain't 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 Chorus |
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