100 Bars Of Pain

[Verse 1: Big Narstie] 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 puppy 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 might 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 T'ings get sticky cah, especially in Bricky cah Greedy man want put their hands in your cookie jar Same way that 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 famos got the Babybel I had a hole in my back and I was fucked But still I'm on the roads trynna' 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 trynna' 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 mohicans I'm the hardest left, damn right I'm the hardest: I'm fat and sexy that's my niche in the market, I'm laughin' These other MC's, I par them, flows skippy I'm going right past them Ride out do dirt for the dogs them, BANG: And 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 Hennessey I'm livin' in hell but fam, I'm tynna' 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 grime 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