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Benevolence, mercy, discipline
Benevolence, mercy, discipline
Benevolence

Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain

Uplift your soul, get your house in order
MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water
I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in haiku
Who you gonna lie to before I crucify you

Hammer to the nails, commence the impailin'
My acid flashbacks got everything trailin'
I'm sailin' blind on the open seas
Like an overload of Hatian refugees

And I'm on my knees, my face on the rug
One more prostration for my salvation
My jinns buggin' up, its got me f*****' up
The call of my flesh and my soul won't mesh

So lick a shot when I heat up the spot
I'm taking from the have's 'cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot

Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
I'm taking from the haves 'cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot

Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain

I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me
I thought I was lost but thank God you found me
I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide
Lord I tried, Lord I tried, to make the best of what I got

I keep on takin' pot shots from the critics and the media
That's what it be to ya but you can stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm goin' for mine, I rock it all the time
Here comes the pain

So lick a shot when I heat up the spot
I'm taking from the haves 'cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot

Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
I'm taking from the haves 'cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot

Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain
Here come the, here come the, here come the pain

Now in the race for rats that be holdin' gats
I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota fats
Not domino 'cause your wisdom found at thrill
Drunk on strawberry hill the episode was re-runnin'

Over and over, and three times a lady
She said peep the scene at the end, I ain't shady
But, you and me be as hush, hush
The word be mum if you keep the low pro, I'll still give you some

'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills
He keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails
Baby don't sweat it, baby keep calm, baby don't worry I be Vietcong
I can run three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish
I'll grant your every wish, so

So lick a shot when I heat up the spot
I'm taking from the haves 'cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot

Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
I'm taking from the haves 'cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot

Benevolence, mercy, discipline
Benevolence, mercy, discipline
Benevolence, mercy, discipline
Benevolence, mercy, discipline

Pain
Pain
Pain
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