lirik lagu tha roka (razor) - stomach pains
[intro: tha roka & tha misfit]
f~ck this! i’m tired in here. what about you?
man, i hate this sh~t
you know what?
what?
i’m gettin’ up right now
alright, i’m with you
my f~ckin’ hands are bleedin’
mine’s too
i’m starvin’ to death (starvin’)
i’m breakin’ in this motherf~cker right now. you with me?
man, let’s go handle this
let’s f~cking do this sh~t, right now (yeah)
the game is ours
man, [they let us?] eat
[verse 1: tha roka]
i put my foot through the door, now i enter the game
you left the romance starvin’ with no shelter or shame
you f~ckin’ closed the windows as i cried for food
wavin’ money in my face, i used to write for you
man, i gave you all my time, i’d f~ckin’ die for you
i usеd to drink to your music and get high with you
now you gave me no choicе but put this knife to you
to describe all the torture, what my mind’s been through
roka snapped, no words can turn me back
the only turn is to avoid blood splatter from the bat
the holy ghost leaves blood on the trail
’til you f~ckin’ feel my words like you’re reading braille
hip~hop is his house and i had to break in
i was banished from rap like my rap was a sin
and watch you embrace the fake with no taste
while i lie in the gutter with scars on my face
my disgrace grows, my stomach pain knows
a real starvin’ artist, my ribcage shows
years of abuse as i struggle for crumbs
lookin’ for the right words but the demon has swung
shovels detach, i spit artifacts
’cause the legacy i leave has caskets attached
but you left me no option but to enter with force
’cause no love for suicide means your home will be torched
[chorus: tha roka]
i’m starvin’, these stomach pains drive me insane
neglected by the game to never taste the fame
a shame, starvin’ artists fight for a name
but the industry tortures and confines us in chains
starvin’, these stomach pains drive me insane
neglected by the game to never taste the fame
a shame, starvin’ artists fight for a name
but the industry tortures and confines us in chains
[interlude 1: tha misfit]
these pains, f~ckin’ starvin’ to death
[verse 2: tha misfit]
i see the light’s on but no one is lettin’ me in
i see tha roka kick in the door and now i’m followin’ him
the thoughts that i’m havin’ drive a sane man insane
do you know what it’s like to have a twenty year stomach pain?
i’m wishin’ and hopin’ that one day that door will open
’cause i’m tired of feedin’ on worms, maggots, and roaches
so i’ll rise from the underground in hopes that i’m noticed
their clothes on my back, no older than the rhymes you spit
so we cave in the door, hungrier than a b~tch
the first thing i sn~tch is that plaque from your neck
with turntables and grammy’s and fear from your breath
as commercial n~ggas try to hold down the fort
as tha roka comes with speed with the suicidal onslaught
the road won’t be the same, so everyone, feel my pain
from a group of suicidal n~ggas that changed the game
as the pain is too much, so i reach into my abdomen
now put my fingers in to see what is causin’ it
so i dig a little deeper, now i’m gettin’ close to the home
as my insides fall out, and so do my bones
to reveal the pain is nothin’ but a motherf~ckin’ microphone
[interlude 2: tha roka & tha misfit]
see what you made us do
yeah, you little b~tches
ayy, misfit?
what’s up man?
go do me a f~ckin’ favor
what’s that?
tear all them f~ckin’ phony ass platinum plaques off the wall right now
oh, h~ll yeah. nah, i got you, n~gga
i’m tired of lookin’ at ’em
yeah, me too
i’ll take these grammy’s and flush ’em all down the toilet
yeah, flush that sh~t
f~ckin’ starvation. i’m gonna burn this b~tch
[verse 3: tha roka]
strangled by an a&r, mentally scarred
barred from the game and all windy city bars
the poison runs straight through my system
sending them more of the demo in hopes that you’ll listen
the dreams of a n0body, guess, that’s too much
now i’m gonna bash this hammer to your skull ’til it crush
to whom it may concern, it’s suicides turn
to spit flammable verses ’til the globe starts to burn
i speak for every artist that tries to be heard
but n0body ever gets a chance to even spit a word
i’m done, you’ve f~ckin’ struck my very last nerve
let tha nutkase feed you bullets ’til you’re dead on the curb
while omadeus ties you up and pours the gasoline
but the last who will be [the maestro?] by geraldine
scream as the home is engulfed and burned
all due to your ignorance, you die and squirm
set up a roadblock, you couldn’t stop me if you tried
and the few fans that got shot will scream “suicide!”
never thought i’d have to stoop as low as now
and take the game that i love and f~ckin’ choke it down
’til it pleads that i stop and my grip tightens mean
now i’m gonna crush your throat like you crushed all my dreams
[chorus: tha roka]
i’m starvin’, these stomach pains drive me insane
neglected by the game to never taste the fame
a shame, starvin’ artists fight for a name
but the industry tortures and confines us in chains
starvin’, these stomach pains drive me insane
neglected by the game to never taste the fame
a shame, starvin’ artists fight for a name
but the industry tortures and confines us in chains
[outro: tha roka]
the industry tortures and confines us in chains
motherf~cking stomach pains
tha roka
tha misfit
suicide
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