You know, there's certain individuals who have such a professional relationship with Pain
They channel it into momentum, not the momentum to be acceptible but the momentum To be exceptional
Learn from the last disaster so that the next one will be better
But don't you dare get them wrong
You doubt them for a second then you lit the charge and it's on
This is professional pain at its finest
Propane is what we desire
I'mma own em, any moment, take-out-my opponents in the pro-cess no less
I'm hoping I can open with a line from my old OG PD note pad
Not gloating but I'm floating like I'm in the ocean on a boat with full gas
So I wrote in all the motions to catch the emotions
From the room in one track
Exploding like a tank of propane
Controlling how I say and the way
I'm rolling through the flow it's Insane
I hope that ur taking notes home to save
Ill Throw in a little bit of this and that
Till i get my cash and I make that bag
My dope is gonna grow in the back
And the dough is gonna go in the bank
What I bring to the ring is the fight and the mental
To fall down and get up, do all of it better
Whatever the result, I'll keep on inventing
Cuz im unreliant and aiming for platinum
It's not easy or simple to pick up a pencil
And scribe a few lines down to make something real dope
Or go buy a mic and a laptop and then some
But I am defient and this is my Anthem
They think this shit here is a joke
Should've I get their ears up, let them know
That every time I spit they gonna be Hearing something untouchable
Kicking in through the front door like I'm 5-0
With a knife, call it psycho
Running with a Jason mask
I'ma cyclone with a blind fold
And got no clue or an idea where I'm gonna land
So when I'm hardly just starting to get a little sloppy with jotting
I really try to write some lines in but this shit can all be a process.
You wouldn't wanna cross in this fortress
Cuz I got all kinds of these torches
Ready to go off any given moment and then y'all would be hopeless
Man I'm So focused I wrote this
Right On my phone about four in the morning
Pouring my heart on to every note that I ever recorded
Go to bed, waking up and then I'm right back at where I just started
Yeah it's sad, but I'm gonna keep this shit 100 percent as honest
As I can, that's the plan
What don't you motherfuckers understand
That As a kid, I was bit
By a bug, turned me superhuman
Ok that's a fib, I'll cut the shit
It's time to spit a little serious
By the end of this year coming up
I'm blowing up I guarantee
What I bring, to the ring is the fight and the mental
To fall down and get up, Do all of it better
Whatever the result, I'll keep on inventing
Cuz I'm unreliant and aiming for platinum
It's not easy or simple to pick up a pencil
And scribe a few lines down to make something real dope
Or go buy a mic and a laptop and then some
But I am defient and this is my Anthem
They try to get best of me, testing me
Ima-be relentless with everything
Especially when they threaten me
Gonna bring out the devil in me
Gonna wish that you didn't go and start this beef
With a real Mc from the crazy tree
Cuz next rhyme ima let the shit fly
We can all just call me the chimpanzee
Apparently there has been
Smell of beef in the air
But they're too damn scared to come near me
Cuz they know that their shit's terrible
Like "It's a miracle, that Pd got this far as an amateur
It's histerrical
The things he be saying ain't that original"
Bitch How you know?
Cuz I'm doing all this on my own
Sounds way better than your autotone even if my songs playing out your phone
Your shits gonna sound just like shit and
My shits gonna sound just like gold
You're a joke and it's time to go
Pack your bags and go hit the road
