As my sons get older, I have begun combing our conversations for snippets which would make for fun song titles. Pain in the Business was something which randomly escaped my then 7 year old’s mouth during a drive to and fro. As for the song itself, it hearkens back to pieces I’d associate with 100 Magnets, a sense of playfulness. For the record, my 3 year old didn’t like hearing me practice this song because he was quite concerned I was making bad choices when saying “what the heck.”
lyrics
What you see is what you get
Suckers sweat like octopuses hovering above a puffing vent
What the heck, go ahead and rubberneck
Blowing a gasket, focused and dope as it has been
Chosen to go for Jurassic, and that’s the butter rep
Certified to burn a mic to filaments, my mind is villainous
Still it is meaning something, the beat is bumping illnesses
Wandering round the wilderness with a couple of thrilling kids
My sons who run, get out of breath, dressed in killer kicks
But I snagged them on super clearance, and so I’m fine with it
Life’s too short to keep kid kicks shiny slick
They don’t have shoebox homes like the kind that mine do
Except for the pairs they’ll grow into as time moves
future shoes, Akronites, Pennys, New Balances,
Reeboks, adidas indeed there is plenty to stack in sight
Tony’s pizza with the Rolando flip, lyric touch of fresh
baker’s dozen cassettes at the ready to bust and crush the deck
Welcome to the track, Pain in the Business
Pain in the Business, What’s that? Pain in the Business
Take a swoop of soup with the ladle and sip it
Creatively, we made it exquisite admittedly painting it vivid
Examining the depth of my navel
Inevitably gets to residency of age old
Places that I used to call home with no welcome mat
And sleep is where i’d go when I felt attacked
I’d seldom act on ideas that born from those times
But that doesn’t mean i didn’t consider them mine
Perhaps that’s why evil is easy to write to me
I try to live righteously vibing inside of society
The rivalry between good and evil in me is minor league
Evil really doesn’t stand a chance, struggling mightily
Not gaining any ground but it poses with grimaces
Trying to convince i it’s global and limitless
It’s broken into itty bits, so cute and hideous
Blisters on its tongue from calling other dudes some idiots
But looking in that mirror is the scariest act
everyone else is to blame when the air, it is black
And that’s a fact
For Christmas, I got a how to be garbage rapper kit
Half a lung, half a tongue, ...and even half a wit
...miraculously enough i got an upgrade
Cause this is how to get enough pay in such days
recording to my phone with Walter screaming in the background
dad libs of brotherhood and that’s now
I’m representing life experience despite the weariness
So thankful for the people who are taking time to hear a bit
Honestly, I’m taken aback when hearing dudes are playing tracks
To inspire others is about the dopest gauge of dap
Some folks bump songs I forgot that i wrote
Then I go back to the track and realize that it’s dope
Apparently my catalog is stronger than my memory
And somewhere, Tupac is sipping Hennessy with enemies
I couldn’t resist, the groove is a superconductor and I’m powerless
I call Fort Wayne home and I’m dope, that’s how it is
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
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Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
