The Pain
King Gordy Lyrics


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[Verse 1]
I'm coming wit more reality than virtual
Watch my family circle you
Bashin you till he's purple
You fightin, look like a Teletubie
I don't think you want to fight with this King
I'm Joe Lewis baby! Knock you out, right in this ring
So you are a joke, containing no punch lines
Listening to the rhymes you wrote, waitin on the punch lines (Where you at?)
I'm murdering this nigga. Merciless with scriptures
Burning his ligaments, and serve him with your verses
Nigga, kill him
My hunger pains got my insides eatin themselves
But I love the pain; seein you die is a treat in itself
So many wicked ways - you're worthless like a bitch with AIDs
Get served bitch, like a tennis game
I'm trynna get blown and I'm very comfortably
But you rhymin, killin my buzz like a murdered bumble bee
King Berry Gordy's the name and I'm kicked stories thats strange
And I came to take over your brain with unexplainable thangs

[Chorus]
(The pain) I came to bring it
It seems you really need (the pain)
I'm here to get wit you
Hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)
It's better than pleasure
Just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)
(The pain) I came to bring it
It seems you really need (the pain)
I'm here to get wit you
Hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)
It's better than pleasure
Just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)
(The pain!)

[Verse 2]
Stop lookin at me. And put the money in a big bag
Wit yo gay ass style, man you sound like you kiss fags
What would possess you to diss me?
I pull up in ten speeds putin holes in the side of your Bentley
Always talkin bout your 20 inches
Or your bitches ridin 10 inches of dick, hittin switches
I ain't no battle rapper
But I will gladly slap ya
Blast on this bastard, trap him
Then blast the nigga's adams apple
Witness my shoot cops, just to get in to a chase and
Hit you in your rooftop, watch that shit come out his basement
A partner as I smoke dro
How can a fuckin gun so hot turn a body so cold?
Cause I got to braids stickin up, I'm just a rap character?
Just because you look and sound like every rapper in America?
Fuck all your moves, you kickin
Smack you for approval
Touch your neck, locate your veins
So I can insert my fangs. It's

[Chorus]
(The pain) I came to bring it
It seems you really need (the pain)
I'm here to get wit you
Hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)
It's better than pleasure
Just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)
(The pain) I came to bring it
It seems you really need (the pain)
I'm here to get wit you
Hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)
It's better than pleasure
Just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)

[Interlude]
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astroplane
I came to bring the pain!
Hardcore to the brain!
Let's go inside my astroplane!

[Verse 3]
The spirit of Pun and Biggie is in me
Mixed by the human beat box, and the switcher was sticky
I be hittin you in your temple quickly
You're a wanksta, stop frontin, please listen to 50
These garbage MCs trynna give me beef
Like I ain't starvin to eat
Sound so silly, like a girl when she's gettin boned swiftly
A fan let me hit it just because I know Swifty from D12
Now your female is goin home wit me
Now every big person that has low self esteem
Wants to be a Fat Killah know, it's on they list of dreams
Well, tell your momma she can not join us
She too enormous, must be under 400
She weighs more than 4 Corvettes
Don't be mad at niggaz all in the streets
You kicked your ass in '93 when niggaz was callin you sweet
Wishin time can rewind youm King Gordy'll hide you
In a place so far away, God can't even find you!

[Chorus]
(The pain) I came to bring it
It seems you really need (the pain)
I'm here to get wit you
Hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)
It's better than pleasure
Just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)
(The pain) I came to bring it
It seems you really need (the pain)
I'm here to get wit you
Hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)




It's better than pleasure
Just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)

Overall Meaning

The Pain by King Gordy is a high-intensity, aggressive rap song that is a testament to the artist's hard-hitting lyrical style and unique sound. In the song, King Gordy delivers verse after verse of brutal rhymes, effortlessly combining complex wordplay with an unapologetic delivery that is sure to leave a lasting impact on listeners.


The first verse of the song sets the aggressive and confrontational tone for the rest of the track. King Gordy compares his reality-based lyrics to the virtual world of other rappers, boasting about his ability to circle his enemies and bash them until they're purple. He goes on to taunt his opponents, stating that they are no match for him in the ring and that he will knock them out with ease. The chorus of the song emphasizes the theme of pain, with King Gordy proclaiming that he is here to bring it and help his listeners feel it.


The second verse of The Pain is filled with King Gordy's signature blazing rhymes and brutal disses. He takes aim at other rappers, accusing them of having no substance or originality and mocking them for their materialistic and shallow lifestyles. He also boasts about his own skills as a rapper, stating that he is a true killer on the mic and that his rhymes are capable of inflicting real harm on his opponents. The final verse of the song sees King Gordy channeling the spirits of legendary rappers Pun and Biggie, delivering one last onslaught of aggressive bars to close out the track.


Overall, The Pain is a powerful, intense rap song that showcases King Gordy's unique style and lyrical abilities. It's a song that demands attention and isn't afraid to hit hard.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm coming wit more reality than virtual
I am presenting more authenticity than what's virtual


Watch my family circle you
My associates will surround you


Bashin you till he's purple
I will attack you until you are bruised up


You fightin, look like a Teletubie
Your struggle looks cartoonish


I'm Joe Lewis baby! Knock you out, right in this ring
My power is comparable to Joe Lewis, I can knock you out in this fight


So you are a joke, containing no punch lines
You are not funny and lack clever wordplay


Listening to the rhymes you wrote, waitin on the punch lines (Where you at?)
I am listening to your lyrics but there are no witty lines


I'm murdering this nigga. Merciless with scriptures
I am completely destroying this person with my rhymes


Burning his ligaments, and serve him with your verses
I am destroying their poetic capacity


Nigga, kill him
I am urging someone to murder him


My hunger pains got my insides eatin themselves
I am extremely hungry and my body is feeding on itself


But I love the pain; seein you die is a treat in itself
Despite the discomfort, I enjoy watching you suffer and expire


So many wicked ways - you're worthless like a bitch with AIDs
You are utterly valueless, like an infected woman


Get served bitch, like a tennis game
You are getting beaten badly, similar to a tennis match


I'm trynna get blown and I'm very comfortably
I am trying to receive oral sex and I am quite comfortable


But you rhymin, killin my buzz like a murdered bumble bee
Your rapping is ruining my mood, like a dead bumblebee


King Berry Gordy's the name and I'm kicked stories thats strange
I am King Gordy and I tell odd stories


And I came to take over your brain with unexplainable thangs
I am here to control your mind with inexplicable things


I came to bring it
I am introducing the concept


It seems you really need (the pain)
It appears that you require this pain


I'm here to get wit you
I am here to inflict pain upon you


Hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)
I will harm and hurt you with this pain


It's better than pleasure
This pain is superior to pleasure


Just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)
Allow me to assist you in experiencing this uncomfortable sensation


Stop lookin at me. And put the money in a big bag
Stop staring at me and place the funds in a large sack


Wit yo gay ass style, man you sound like you kiss fags
Your style is very homosexual, and you sound like you kiss other men


What would possess you to diss me?
What motive do you have to insult me?


I pull up in ten speeds putin holes in the side of your Bentley
I arrive on a bicycle and puncture your luxury vehicle


Always talkin bout your 20 inches
You frequently mention your genitalia size


Or your bitches ridin 10 inches of dick, hittin switches
Your female partners supposedly enjoy 10-inch penises and driving lowrider cars


I ain't no battle rapper
I am not specifically skilled in rap battles


But I will gladly slap ya
However, I am willing to physically strike you


Blast on this bastard, trap him
I will use explosives on this person and trap them


Then blast the nigga's adams apple
Next, I will damage their throat


Witness my shoot cops, just to get in to a chase and
Observe as I shoot law enforcement officers to initiate a pursuit


Hit you in your rooftop, watch that shit come out his basement
I will hit you in the head, resulting in the injury being visible in your lower body


A partner as I smoke dro
An associate is smoking marijuana with me


How can a fuckin gun so hot turn a body so cold?
How can an extremely powerful gun make the target ironically lifeless?


Cause I got to braids stickin up, I'm just a rap character?
Just because my hairstyle is unique, does that mean I am not real?


Just because you look and sound like every rapper in America?
Just because you have a derivative appearance and vocal style like other rappers?


Fuck all your moves, you kickin
I do not respect your movements, you are striking ineffectively


Smack you for approval
I will hit you to confirm my superiority


Touch your neck, locate your veins
I will place my hand on your neck and find your veins


So I can insert my fangs
In order for me to bite and infect you


The spirit of Pun and Biggie is in me
The essence of Pun and Biggie Smalls is embodied in me


Mixed by the human beat box, and the switcher was sticky
The production of this song involved human beatboxing and technical difficulties


You're a wanksta, stop frontin, please listen to 50
You are a fake, stop pretending, you should listen to 50 Cent


These garbage MCs trynna give me beef
These poor quality rappers are attempting to provoke me


Like I ain't starvin to eat
As if I am not striving to further my career


Sound so silly, like a girl when she's gettin boned swiftly
Their words are ridiculous, similar to a girl having sex quickly


A fan let me hit it just because I know Swifty from D12
A fan allowed me to have sex with them because I know Swifty, member of D12


Now your female is goin home wit me
Now your female companion is leaving with me


Now every big person that has low self esteem
Now, anyone who is overweight and has low self-esteem


Wants to be a Fat Killah know, it's on they list of dreams
Aspires to be like me, a successful overweight rapper


Well, tell your momma she can not join us
Kindly inform your mother she is not invited to be with us


She too enormous, must be under 400
She is too large, she must weigh less than 400 pounds


She weighs more than 4 Corvettes
She weighs more than four Chevrolet Corvettes


Don't be mad at niggaz all in the streets
Do not be angry at people outside in the public areas


You kicked your ass in '93 when niggaz was callin you sweet
You were defeated in 1993 when people were referring to you as kind or soft


Wishin time can rewind youm King Gordy'll hide you
If only we could turn back time, I could conceal you from harm


In a place so far away, God can't even find you!
In a remote location beyond divine perception


Hardcore to the brain
Extremely intense and distressing


Let's go inside my astroplane!
Let us enter my imaginary spacecraft




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