| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, homeboy you’ll never change
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| What is life? |
| Can’t stand the pain or the struggle
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| No matter what I do, I seem to find trouble
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| Shit from my past, evil deeds that I’ve done
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| Can’t correct shit with the gun
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| Maybe I should run, maybe I should hide
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| Maybe I should chill and work a 9to5
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| I put the knife away and lived right another day
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| Looking for the silver lining but I only see grey
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| Never shoot the rock or the puff-puff
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| But niggas come around my way acting rough
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| Toys in the brain, soaked on the chemical
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| Don’t give a shit cause the whole world’s scared of you
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| What you need is the next episode
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| Full of grieve what you feed is for the white girl
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| I don’t know a lot but one thing’s sure
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| My body feels the pain and my brain feels sore
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, homeboy you’ll never change
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, things will stay the same
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain |
| No matter what I do, things will never change
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| If you could feel the pain, now I bring the rain
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| The thunder and the lighting, again and again
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| I’m two days without prescript, my microphone’s blessed
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| My eyes are tired cause my brain feels the stress
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| You can come in, come deep yes within
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| The ill laboratory where it all begin
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| Days that I spend but nothing ever changes
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| I wish I’d leave my body, and travel through the ages
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| I do the walking but the brain does the travel
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| And find the unknown as my thoughts unravel
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| Now I feel the pain, homeboy, more than ever
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| No matter what I do, shit comes out clever
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| Straight from the heavens every time that I be writing
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| That evil type skit that make it sound frightening
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| But no time to fear me, just time to hear me
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| Weak scientists will disapprove of my theory
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| Words that I use when vocabulary spoke ‘em
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| Bones I leave broken, repaired and dismantled
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| Deep from the dungeon lit by a white candle
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| You can play games, homeboy, and act smart
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| I bring the light when I write in the dark |
| They call me Frankenstein for the way I combine
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| The ill type of document, the ill fucking rhyme
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| I don’t know a lot, but one things’s for sure
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| My body feels the pain and my brain feels sore
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, homeboy you’ll never change
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, things always stay the same
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, homeboy will never change
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| If you could feel the pain, now I bring the rain
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| The thunder and the lighting, again and again
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| You could feel the pain, now feel the anger
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| Deep from the dungeon of the Frankenstein hangar
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| Get to raise the dead from the lives that you bet
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| From the evil grave that God put instead
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| Without hesitation, before the cremation
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| I make through the tombs and I gather all I can
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| The lifeless flesh that I turn into man
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| I prove you wrong every time that I be rapping
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| For all those skeptics who never thought that it would happen
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| Now is the season when the dead walk live |
| The ill vibe, givin' you the will to survive
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| I check one two, homeboy, it don’t stop
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| Produce the type of shit that make you love hip-hop
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| More than you could ever, come feel the weather
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| You can hear me now or feel the pain forever
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| Should known better but I let shit slide
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| Now I feel the pain, homeboy, might die
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| I don’t know a lot, but one thing’s for sure
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| Just before the death, the soul feels pure
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, homeboy you’ll never change
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, things will stay the same
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| You could feel the pain, the strain on my brain
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| No matter what I do, things will never change
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| If you could feel the pain, now I bring the rain
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| The thunder and the lighting, again and again |