Lyrics 1000 Bars Of Pain - Star One, Big Narstie

1000 Bars Of Pain

A real G, God-blessed with a humble heart
Fam I was born through pain, to my mother’s arms
I never got inside the game with a lucky chance
Had a lot of bad hands, all talk, but I played my cards
I was a pup who started rollin' with the wolves, now it’s pain fam (rah)
I became a dog
See I started writing pain in a nitty’s yard
Life went upside down, it happened really fast
And you, you must think that I mean bike
When I say, that I handle bars
I’m a pro, real talk, no amateur
A L Blue Gang my whole team is blue like Avatar
Bang the stick, don’t snitch, get rich, I told man
Brixton’s in this bitch
Tings get sticky cah especially in Bricky cah
Greedy man wan' put their hands in your cookie jar
Same way I came into the world is the same way that I’m leavin'
Covered in blood kickin' and screamin'
I’m going for the money but I need a higher meanin'
I’m smokin' all the weed but I need a higher feelin'
Is this my reality?
Tell me that I’m dreamin'
Walkin' on the road to hell, I know this place too well
I’m on my face the only help I got my fuckin' girl
I’m a leader, not a Libra, but I am on the scales
I’m the master of the neck and my fam’os got the Babybel
I had a hole in my back and I was fucked
Still I’m on the roads tryna' make a sale
Plottin' and schemin' and a lot of dodgy dealin'
Fam there’s evil all around me, I can see demons on the ceilin'
Knowin' that my daddy’s gonna die, no lie
Yo this pain it’s got me cryin' like a baby teethin'
Pain overload famo I can’t control my feelings
Free bro, free Josh I can’t wait to see them
Man sayin' 'Narst why ain’t you blown', it’s not a mystery
Only thing stoppin' me fam is the consistency
Now Imma' consistently, shit on you niggas
Been puttin' out work, and flippin' out dirt
If not fam, I could be eatin' corned beef for Christmas
Jehovah is my witness
Swine flu, I told man
My flow, it’s a sickness
I wanna do the shows, but I don’t know the business
What’s the big difference between forgivin' and forgiveness?
They’re not on beef they’re on peace like Hari Krishnas
Talk sixty raps to give me and my mummy Christmans
So here’s a rebel with a cause, here’s a rebel with remorse
Here’s a rebel that will beat metal and make you to a corpse
Only way we gettin' out the hood is music or sport
From early my people we get taught
To extort and export, and violate man
I pop man’s head like a champagne cork
These fizzy drinks are tryna' have champagne thoughts, four, five, BLAU!
You’ve been kicked by a horse
Straight to the top, no changin' course, I’m kickin' off doors
For the pound and pence
I run up in your house like feds
And lick out head back
Either you’re marger or skinny or hench
My four five bullets is wedge it’s pain and rage I’m vexed
These niggas better pass me cheques
Last of the Mahican’s I’m the hardest left, damn right I’m the hardest
I’m fat and sexy that’s my niche on the market, I’m laughin'
These other MC’s, I’ll par them, flows skippy I’m going right past them
Ride out do dirt for the dogs them, BANG
Now I’m a marksman
Climb the ranks;
soldier, corporal, sergeant
Engage the enemy
My strip is a battlefield
Hold the line, hold the line
Fire at will and engage the enemy
Go to war with a spliff and a Hennessy
I’m livin' in hell but fam, I’m tyna' stay heavenly
Step up the levels I claim for the bit that I shine
It’s peak for the levels of ISP, for the metal may fly
Only God knows the life I chose and rose my soul to fry
It’s skull and bones, black and chrome no snitchin' and hope to die
So cross my heart and hope to die, every level I climb transform like Optimus
Prime
I’m stuck in the grind with nothing but pebble and shine
Man will take what’s mine from SW4 to SW9, Blue cuz 3 Banja die!
Pain!
I told man
It is due, time