Vārdi:
Pro Pain Burn

in line and wait your turn that wasn't how it was suppose to be cause there's injustice for all to see fan the flames and watch it burn recklessly

nice V's dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning

Play it again Polo, cause I just can't stand still I burn while the tables turn like windmills A swift reactor rap, to impact up the track ? I flow like

gonna have to go through it but please believe me Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier story in vain You niggas gobbled by the game Ain't no glory in pain

give you something better than the previous Though people think graffiti writers DJs and the hungry rappers, we're the type that Once we crack the media and then we co-exist Immediately everyone is socialist conformed We come to mediate we burn

will a Fist to the grill instill a fraction Of common sense you would want Providence to play a part but it's Obvious you have no heart i'm Protruding a pro

know what i expect of me The bloodlust in the fear is what im lookin for Rush in my veins as i rush and slowly bleed this whore Its pure desire and it burns

actin' greedy Money hungry strugglin' while thuggin' My baby momma complain, I'm full wit pain Cigarettes tha tame, enemies filled wit pain Itchy fingers

On my command - we started it all. When heaven burned, We torched their holy kingdom, Our eyes on the angels turned. They screamed out in pain, When