Feel My Pain AZ
"Feel My Pain" by AZ, released in 1994, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of struggle, resilience, and the emotional toll of urban life. The lyrics convey a deep sense of vulnerability and reflection on personal hardships. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a soulful beat, showcasing AZ's lyrical prowess and contributing to his cultural significance in hip-hop.
[Intro]
Let's get it poppin', salute me
I'm comin' through, everybody's a target
Feel me...
[Verse 1]
This ain't just rap, it's about connects
Y'all crabs could trap talk, this is about respect
I'm a mixture of Mutulu and Malcolm X
Young Rick the Ruler, my mouth's a mess
My lil' homie home he on house arrest
Try to tell homie be grown, this is about success
The streets been sewn, we seen a thousand deaths
So many nuts bust I barely get aroused from sex
Try to do Lears at the clear, lounge on decks
Amongst those who couldn't care what's around my neck
Tinted specs BBM'n or sendin' a text, linen fresh
Either we sinnin' or blendin' in with Execs
Nigga I'm blessed, puff blunts with B.I.G. in the flesh
Due to Nas in '95 with the bridge address
Live what I rep, I'm real no identity theft, my will
It's like a prisoner appealin' the stretch, it's ill
Recreation, my reputation
Could bring together the gangs from separation
So, no dough, no explanations, blow!
Get lows, my expectations glow, OG, G-O-D
And I don't know near nigga that could Deebo me
Let's get it poppin', salute me
I'm comin' through, everybody's a target
Feel me...
[Verse 1]
This ain't just rap, it's about connects
Y'all crabs could trap talk, this is about respect
I'm a mixture of Mutulu and Malcolm X
Young Rick the Ruler, my mouth's a mess
My lil' homie home he on house arrest
Try to tell homie be grown, this is about success
The streets been sewn, we seen a thousand deaths
So many nuts bust I barely get aroused from sex
Try to do Lears at the clear, lounge on decks
Amongst those who couldn't care what's around my neck
Tinted specs BBM'n or sendin' a text, linen fresh
Either we sinnin' or blendin' in with Execs
Nigga I'm blessed, puff blunts with B.I.G. in the flesh
Due to Nas in '95 with the bridge address
Live what I rep, I'm real no identity theft, my will
It's like a prisoner appealin' the stretch, it's ill
Recreation, my reputation
Could bring together the gangs from separation
So, no dough, no explanations, blow!
Get lows, my expectations glow, OG, G-O-D
And I don't know near nigga that could Deebo me
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