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Story behind the song
Self explanation on the title. It's just my anger towards people that are assholes about the music I make. It uses the Quiet Storm beat. Number 9 off my cd.
Lyrics
(Chorus)
Trust rap, it’s the only thing in which I’ve confided
In a game of heads and tails, the coins double sided
Unfair, the odds are constantly tipped against me
In this game can’t give up, can’t let them haters bench me
Gimme one good reason why you don’t like what I do
Why you hate me, my music and the spilt stilt crew
You say we suck but then you can’t say why
We don’t rhyme? What the fuck are you high?
I’m a kid so naturally I’m working on improving
Bisch’s rhymes now come on that’s just lyrical soothing
If you got criticism go for it tell us how we can be better
You can call this rap or you can call this a rhyming letter
I already got something on you I can speak through the lines
Go in the zone you aint supposed to and we’ll explode like mines
I’m friendly now you could even say diplomatic
But when I’m mad, enraged, the lines be flowin sporadic
Bad about me yeah that song taught some kids some lessons
After hyrule spit three verses, it left no questions
If you don’t like us that’s fine then say it with respect
We’ll take in what you say make sure we don’t reject
Your ideas beliefs suggestions and feelings
We’re open with business, honest, no shady dealings
If you step up with dignity we’ll hear you out
Without doubt, haters keep it coming while we win each bout
Work hard and strong on expressing myself through rap
No compliments or approvals I take nothing but crap
Haters don’t like what I’m doing and they want to see me fail
My shirt nailed to a rail the trains coming to impale
Crack, breaking a leg, back, hand, skull or tail
The stilts heavy in the game and I’m tippin the scale
Heavyweight case, with the rhymes I’m built
Haters in one corner, I’m in the other for the stilt
Honorably I turn my cheek when insulted
When a track called haters drops consider yourself assaulted
Haters are no match for this lyrical invasion
Rhymes ragin hell raising this is rhythmic persuasion
Knock out punch, I eat haters with ketchup for lunch
Munch munch, I feel they’re jealous but that’s a hunch
I guess they want a flow, or the ability to rhyme tight
They don’t know that we don’t want fame or the limelight
Self expression is the thing that we’re constant achieving
The flow, the rhymes, it’s all just natural like breathing
I feel it in my lungs
Climbing this lengthy ladder with my hands in the rungs
Hear snickers and laughs when I’m addressed as a rapper
Taking such shit it makes me think that I’m on the crapper
The butt of all and every jokes like I’m a pack of smokes
This the last verse then sorry that’s all folks
People don’t listen they just turn they thumb down
To them musics sound, their inputs not worth a pound
I’m sick and fed up of these haters talking blasphemy
They want me down in the ground they wanna make an ass of me
But I don’t let it touch me, if it did then I’d be defeated
Burned out and heated the end I would have meeted
I’d be eliminated from the race and the tribe would have spoken
But I’m out to fix rap cause I feel that it’s broken
Call me a handyman fixing the game up of depression
Teaching many a lesson with each rap recording session
Full of breath while haters wheeze they can say whatever they please
We hold the keys and we’re bringing rap to it’s fucking knees
