Pain - Solid Bars
Solid bars (lyrics below)
Filmed and edited by Jukey Bui in Saigon.
Beat by Mirkozbeats:
Written and performed by Pain.
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Lyrics:
How many of us are sane in this asylum where we living in
I'm definitely not but writing's now my medicine
When the mic is on I turn into a best attacking every human being
I'm deadly I mean, I'm virus in your bloodstream
Been rapping for a decade now fuck being the G.O.A.T
All I got is skills of making rhymes and flows will all my thoughts
And as the past already died a sec ago my pad is like a death note
A grey graveyard of long lost hopes
On this track my flows punch lines without a hook
I cook, mc's after all the lessons that it took
I leave your faces read/red constantly like a good book
I resemble all your enemies so judge by my looks
Yes I took a thousand hits for who I am and what I spit
They just gangsta on the net, faking things they never get
Now I'm working out my rhymes till they're all extremely fit
So if you want to come against them you'll soon be calling quits
I leave perfection needing practice I
Im getting so much off my chest im heartless
The mics whisper that my flows are flawless
If I ever down my level is to be with all the best
And feel normal like the rest
Every bar I spit is like your ear's first christening
I rap like L is listening, my words blessing him
Pain, inspired by the best of them
Im spitting so much fire that my ink is gasoline
Finds flows cremates them
I got sharp rhymes that will leave the track sliced,
mad nice, think wise run for cover my advice
cold blood veins ice, say it pain's nice
I spit one verse and kill the track twice
I'm a hammer that would open any closed mind,
so ahead of others that I started in the finish line
Extremely underrated that's the reason rap's dying
If you want to hear me feed the dead slow my rhymes
Let me bring rap back from the dead, like a zombie
Apocalypse on humans brains fed, my rap is like
A double drop of fat fred, cause its all crystal clear
But you cant touch any of the words I said
I put your rhymes on my dick cause they suck man
Then you'll understand when I say I come hard
You'll remember pain when I leave your brain scared
Then I'll see them give me credit like a bank card
Fuck it, ill rap till immortals kick the bucket
You'll see my name everywhere in case you want to track it
I'm a virus, bring a closed mind and imma hack it
Listen to my words with a bullet proof jacket
Tracks that I drop are bombs terrorist attack
Fuck every wack on the mic with a backpack
Yeah They think that they've got it but they lack that
Messed up the way I leave your path rocky like I'm A$$AP
Hard bars that's the way im spitting it
Half of them not even getting it
Everyone bellow my standard when I'm setting it
I'm an atheist for them rap gods claiming it
you rap and lose proof like you Eminem
Beat Killa I write with a knife in my hand
Homie Satan's my fan fully involved in my plans
From the u.k and spain now i'M Repping vietnam, hazard clique is my band
Looking down at the position you stand
bitches with no class say im old school
well fool, on every beat I brake rules
Sick of armatures with pro tools getting paid full
I'm a Killa mic/mike homie see me run the jewels
For those who talk talk promise and do shit
Like politicians, I make them disappear like a magician
Executing well my mission there's no competition
I leave you all locked being solid bars like
In a prision