52 Bars

[Intro: CJay]
Ha—No More Pain
I represent real hip-hop, not necessarily old school
You hear that beat—that's foreign
And my brother, Noex, told me to do this shit
So don't get mad at me—get mad at that nigga
Fuck you ate for breakfast?

[Verse: CJay]
They say, "Prophecy you the best hands down who got props"
I do not stop and motherfucker you not hot
I'm in the coupe drop top, the roof got chopped
Just like these rappers, braggin' bout the shit I do not got
Like man I'm Yosemite Sam with two Glocks cocked
I do pop shots to make your fuckin' crew hop scotch
And fuck you cops cause you cock block
Killuminati, spit the shit that got 2Pac shot
I was born in 93', the greatest died in 96'
And I'm as sick, but ain't no tellin' how sick my sinus is
Ever since I was six I was bothered by tolerance
But I'll admit, I made these promises to make my momma rich
A promise is a promise bitch, but I am fond of it
Surprised a bit? This the first you heard me on some violent shit?
Freestylin', wildin' with Noex and Dominick
They deserve a scholarship the way they smoke that Marijauna spliff
That's Highgrade, don't mind me, hey my mind aches
Cause I stayed for five days inside a live cave
People say I am brave, no worries cause I pray
That god saves us and blacks don't ever die slaves
So many years on this rotten planet, Cotten handin'
White man forgot they manners I can't stand it, dammit I'm
Blood Diamond flossin', yes my time is often
If I die a marksman, you can bury me inside a diamond coffin
A king soon to begat princes and princesses
Bitches wearin' these thin dresses to impress us
Real men love you regardless, I wanna see where your heart is
To be honest about it I don't want that to be my daughters
Embarrasin', niggas is arrogant
Scared to have babies, don't fuck a bitch and become a parent then
Claimin' you grown but you can't take care of your own
Now you need you a loan 'cause child support won't leave you alone
The female's death strangle, screamin' out let's tango
With two of these square ass niggas who turned to rectangles
I got the balls, she witnessed it from the best angles
She the type to hold my right nut and let the left dangle
I'm too damn dope, what if both of my hands broke
Writin' in first person and dyin' from second handsmoke
In that case you would have to believe that I am dope
Cause I ain't trynna toot my own horn, this ain't a band joke
Fucked her when she was plankin', wrapped her in a sheet and blanket
She was drinkin' so I don't know what the fuck she was thinkin'
Say she want a new whip, well I guess she needs a spankin'
Prophecy gave you this dick, you should get on your knees and thank him
Fuck an Aretha Franklin, respect these high nipples
I'll tickle and I'll hit you until you die crippled
Visit the hospital, I whipped you with my pistol
Official the first drive by riding my bicycle
Disrespectful sayin' I'm little
And how a real man supposed to suck you dry til you's a Popsicle
Noex hit you, samurai split you now ya moms miss you
You In the backyard brutally eaten by five pitbulls