Artist: DJ Premier & Bumpy Knuckles 
Album:  Kolexxxion
Song:   P.A.I.N.E. (Pressure At Industry Expense)
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com

[Intro : Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin)
Bumpy made it ok....you soft ass niggas out here
Motherfuckin soft ass niggas out here (It's-It's-It's-It's 'bout to be on!)
TALK MORE SHIT!!! ('B-'B-'Bout to buss!) 
YEAH! COME ON! (U-UNDERGROUND STREET NIGGA! BUMP BECAME!)
YEAH!

[Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]
What you knockin in your tape deck, that's my property
Unknown forces thinkin they stoppin me
Here's some information, I'm God's child
Meat, bones, blood and vein, and I'll buss 'til I can't mix blood and brains
Some day I may be punished, for the shit that I do (Uh Huh!)
So crack the gates of hell, I might slide through
But I ain't stayin, I need to pay a visit to the man
That took my baby brother, from the palm of my hand
I'm a menace to the public, like, too many bees!
Overcome by rappers who puff too many trees!
So I stand out, like white cop in Harlem 
With two rusty yah means, that's what I call 'em
I'm a giant in the field of mice, with gortex and spikes
Givin R&B rap niggas short life
You wanna dance with a underground Puffy 
Without niggas around me that might wanna buss me
Sometimes I'm like a white man, don't trust me
Sometimes I'm like a black man, thinkin like a white man
All you niggas disgust me!
Fuck who you are! I don't care who you are!
I'm the roundest nigga 'round here square who you are!
You want drama you can get it!
And Premier's down with it baby!

[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles]
There's not a problem that I can't fix! All I need is my two fo' fifth's!
And if you niggas want trouble! I'll show up all in double!
AND I ONLY AIM STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAIN! (STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAIN!)
IT'S THE PREME! (PREME!) AND! (AND!) BUMPY!
BRINGIN YA PAIN! BRINGIN YA PAIN! BRINGIN YA PAIN!

[Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]
It's the Smackdown! Fuck The Rock and all that
I smack niggas down, who think they all that
All you rap niggas cat fightin just wanna be seen
In the magazine lip twisted, lookin all mean
I got a heart like Mean Joe Green
And I run niggas down and got payed for it, sin sixteen
I'm a addict b this thug shit is like nicotine
And I can't stop smokin, I can't stop smokin
I'm like Rakim with muscles no jokin
If niggas tried to disrespect my melody, I'm gunnin for the felony
There's a whole lot of questions, that really need answers
Like, who the fuck told you that your rhyme style was hot?!
You know when Biggie died, who buss that shot?!
Why Sammy The Bull still livin?! And where the fuck is Pac?!
It's a rat race, niggas don't wanna see me rich
Catch 22, niggas don't wanna see me flip
'Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy Graham, Lil' Fame, Jesse James
Manson and Dahmer, I LOVE BLACK BITCHES!
I'm a night time nigga, day riches
I won't even call the wolves for you niggas, I bring gay bitches!!!
It's like orderin takeout, you know you 'gon get it!
And Premier's down with it baby!

[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles]
There's not a problem that I can't fix! All I need is my two fo' fifth's!
And if you niggas want trouble! I'll show up all in double!
AND I ONLY AIM STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAIN! (STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAIN!)
IT'S THE PREME! (PREME!) AND! (AND!) BUMPY!
BRINGIN YA PAIN! BRINGIN YA PAIN! BRINGIN YA PAIN!

[Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premeir Scratchin)
If I die today or tomorrow, I got no regrets
I'm like the cigarette before cancer, hard to forget
I'm startin to the finish, I don't like reason
'Cause niggas don't negotiate, it's all about thiefin
Tired of provin that I ain't leavin, until I'm done
Put my last mic in my casket, and then I won
Rap's arithmetic, wild like sparta back in eighty six
Rushin for the God, bussin for the God
You better get your camera out, flick the movin mural
That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in plural
Yo Preme! These niggas think that I was a fake
Now! After the shakedown, still ain't catch no drama
When Panchi have beef I pass the llama
And told my nigga, holla if it get thick, I'm there like mama
Sunshine and rain, put time and pain
Like a two type cardier watch diamond frame
Duke signed his name, got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray Charles bussin his gun blind and aimed
I'm the black Bentley Azor with the bulletproof doors
With the two overhead cams, peddled to the floor
I'm never satisfied I wan't more
Like a three hundred fifty pound nigga on a airplane I WAN'T MORE!!!
(I-I-It's 'bout to be on!) You wan't beef you can get it!
And Premier's down with it baby!

[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles]
There's not a problem that I can't fix! All I need is my two fo' fifth's!
And if you niggas want trouble! I'll show up all in double!
AND I ONLY AIM STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAIN! (STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAIN!)
IT'S THE PREME! (PREME!) AND! (AND!) BUMPY!
BRINGIN YA PAIN! BRINGIN YA PAIN! BRINGIN YA PAIN!
There's not a problem that I can't fix! All I need is my two fo' fifth's!
And if you niggas want trouble! I'll show up all in double!
AND I ONLY AIM STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAIN! (STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAIN!)
IT'S THE PREME! (PREME!) AND! (AND!) BUMPY!
BRINGIN YA PAIN! BRINGIN YA PAIN! BRINGIN YA PAIN!

[Outro: Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier)
YOU FUCKIN KNOW MY NAME!!! (I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-It's 'bout to be on!)