Our Pain by Tav Gang Lyrics
Verse 1 (Cliff Po)
Straight from the soul//
Thats the title and its about to go viral//
Stepping to this is suicidal//
I was slipping// Now im spitting real shit//
Straight for the listeners//
And the niggas that be dissing us//
We used to wear turbans//
Now we wear urban//
Retard ya whole brigade//
Cave in ya brain waves//Subliminal messages//
Turning niggas into slaves//
Divide em into space//
Then Conquer the whole race/
Mind deactivation//
React//
Like im facing time wit illumination//
Masons pacing//
False images of Jesus they engraved in//
Tricking Moors into work now they slaving//
Whos there//
Just Caesar Borgeria//
Google the name n watch the picture go clear//
Knowledge is wisdom//
Whats last shall be first//
Basic instructions before leaving earth//
Hook 2x
Lord Help Me// I need you//
Demon on the right// Shoulder Angel on the left//
Satan is convincing me to do negativity//
Verse 2 (Perfectionist)
Couldn't kill me if you tried//
Couldn't RIP me if I died// Forget a ribbon. I rather shoot a missle in the sky// An angel was the devil in disguise//
The flak of the future is something that I demise//
Hop up on the bondage boot. Break your mental epitote//
Throwing up a T is prolly how far my signing goes//
Or maybe next to an X on them underground checks//
My mind is too complex, Marc Ecko//
I'm knocking at the devil's door screaming let me in//
Walking thru the devil's pit. They always let the rebels in// H
Ate & poverty my only surrounding//
I'm tired of hell. I'm too old for being grounded//
Perfectionist is the name. I always tell you that//
I write poetry with flows and call it rap//
Cracking demons with mental traps and then he cracks//
Mama told me praying did that
Straight from the soul//
Thats the title and its about to go viral//
Stepping to this is suicidal//
I was slipping// Now im spitting real shit//
Straight for the listeners//
And the niggas that be dissing us//
We used to wear turbans//
Now we wear urban//
Retard ya whole brigade//
Cave in ya brain waves//Subliminal messages//
Turning niggas into slaves//
Divide em into space//
Then Conquer the whole race/
Mind deactivation//
React//
Like im facing time wit illumination//
Masons pacing//
False images of Jesus they engraved in//
Tricking Moors into work now they slaving//
Whos there//
Just Caesar Borgeria//
Google the name n watch the picture go clear//
Knowledge is wisdom//
Whats last shall be first//
Basic instructions before leaving earth//
Hook 2x
Lord Help Me// I need you//
Demon on the right// Shoulder Angel on the left//
Satan is convincing me to do negativity//
Verse 2 (Perfectionist)
Couldn't kill me if you tried//
Couldn't RIP me if I died// Forget a ribbon. I rather shoot a missle in the sky// An angel was the devil in disguise//
The flak of the future is something that I demise//
Hop up on the bondage boot. Break your mental epitote//
Throwing up a T is prolly how far my signing goes//
Or maybe next to an X on them underground checks//
My mind is too complex, Marc Ecko//
I'm knocking at the devil's door screaming let me in//
Walking thru the devil's pit. They always let the rebels in// H
Ate & poverty my only surrounding//
I'm tired of hell. I'm too old for being grounded//
Perfectionist is the name. I always tell you that//
I write poetry with flows and call it rap//
Cracking demons with mental traps and then he cracks//
Mama told me praying did that