No Pain, No Gain

Jam

Jam

Jam

Miggedy microphone checker

It's the bigger **** come to wreck a

New skit to bring a new hit back to Mecca

Two styles combine with the bassline, designed to intertwine

Trap the funk and rap

A better competitor, dope rhyme editor

Make it sound better than a musical veteran

Hardcore, that's what I'm here for, or

I could get smooth with the sound of a groove

It ain't easy being me 'cause I be

A mathematical rap fanatical prodigy

I'm the kinda guy to make it kinda fly

Living in Bed-Stuy where you do or you die

But I'm a lyrical miracle that made a scene

As smooth as a harp yet sharp as a guillotine

It's not a New Jack Swing, it's a funk thing

And like freedom, let it ring, let it ring

Once more, I'ma score with a metaphor

Harsh like a predator that you ain't ready for

I'm the erratical, energetical fiend

That spills on a reel to reel just like a submachine

I'm stunnin' them and then I'm runnin' them, makin' fun of them

If you cross over, you'll be one of them

I feel strong for what's going on, I got a lot to prove

But I won't move, band, bring the groove

Take command, put up your hand if you're a man

Woman or child so we can all make a stand

To make things better, G, or what they better be

You can't get rid of me, I'm rap's epitome

I'll stake a bigger claim to make a bigger name

I could stain the rain 'cause no pain, no gain

Not for the negative straight for the positive

Band, release a little piece of what I gotta give

Big up to that funky guitarist Albert Collins

And to the whole Buckshot Lefonque