Sanoja: Pro-pain. The Best Of Pro-Pain. Pound for Pound.

o.k. - lets get it out - enough with the small talk

i can count your lies like cracks on the sidewalk

same old stories of when we used to hang out


down with the crowd we had the whole gain out
nothin' to do with the boys in the crew


we knew we had to start something with you
so we took you down to the ground with a round
pound for pound another win for the hometown

like this:mind over fist and fist over your face

i'll chase you down like the cheese in a rat race


soon you'll regret you ever deceived me -

crush your body like bugs on a t.v.
rhythm of the streets stained with your bloodshed




the hammer of the gods hangs over my head

shoot you down to the ground with a round
my god:pray for the city, a moment of silence
pound for pound - let's hear it for the hometown

let's overcome the guns and the violence

if we give the youth the keys to the mainstream


they won't have to waste their life in a daydream

why? is the question - drugs are the answer

kills in a serial - spreads like a cancer

shoot you down to the ground with a round

pound for pound, yes, grim is the hometown