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Story behind the song
This tracks number 12 on my cd and it was produced by gloom. Bisch the Phocks is featured on it. The concept of the song is just our feelings about global issues as well as the commercialization in the rap industry.
Lyrics
hate my name, my words, my writing, my slurs
I hate every day cause i'll see another mc emerge
I hate that every day a shooting occurs
I hate that words and visions both seem to blur, my brain matter doesn't stir
I hate chasing my dreams, I think they're there but they never were
I hate the planet warring, how we live in a severed world
I hate that if I wanted to right now I could take a life
I hate that a 100 murders in a night could just take a knife
The fight, I hate it like john bobbet must hate his wife
I hate losin a friend when last week you were so fucking tight
I hate how I’m ridiculed, back off, its my choice to rap
They turn off my music and say I don't have the voice to rap
I send the main station, while they're all just white noise to tracks
I'll keep dropping these pearls like I fumbled an oyster trap
Each word a gem you can call me a miner
I hate how entire songs are condensed to one liners
All their brains contain is a punch line from 50
Just ONE LINE! Most songs have over 60
The message isn’t tricky but they don’t seem to catch it
I could throw em a bone and they’ll fetch it.. Fucking fags
(Case)
You wanna know what I hate (what?)
I hate when people like to cut
Hurt yourself yeah everything will be better
Sounds great here I go with a beretta
I hate when people say they hate their lives
I hate when redneck fuckers beat their wives
I hate the fact so many need to carry knives
And I hate the amount of people who fall victim to 4 fives
Look at the paper, it bleeds with violence
Quiet the guns for real we need some silence
I hate when fathers walk out and leave mothers alone
And I hate to see famine, people that look nothing but bone
I hate that the fact aids kills millions a year
And I hate to see the children, their faces spell fear
People say it’s distant it just doesn’t happen here
But little do they know it happens ever so near
I hate ignorance, and some dare to say that it’s bliss
I just drift off cause I don’t wanna hear none of this
I hate when people see things in shades of color and skin
Prejudice, racism, and bigotry never win
I hate that peace is fighting an up hill war
And I hate war torn countries that bleed to the core
It’s scary that I hate so much of the world that I love
I almost feel like I hate everything cept for heaven above
(Chorus)
To the fake ass rappers
I hate your words and the shit that you stand for, what the fuck they even call you a man for?
To a disheveled world
I'm sorry that it had to happen this way, I'll take the time to take a seat and just pray
To those who kill for the thrill
It's not the worth the effort to seek out and harm ya cause it's coming back to haunt ya in karma
And I wish this shit could change at just any moments notice cause I promise all you fuckers would quote this....
There would be no hate
(Case)
I hate that so many spotlight rappers never paid their dues
And I hate to see them on tv with their weak ass crews
Put em all together and you only have one half ass artist
What happened to the music biz, it now shuns the smartest
I hate that so many rappers speak about 10 words
And I hate to see their ignorant fans who recite their lyrics in herds
I hate that you can get by by saying yeah and okay
And I hate the gangsta phenomenon, rap shouldn’t be this way
I hate the fact that skin color plays apart in the game
And I hate commercial acts but we fuel their fire so whos to blame
I hate their weak performances at shows and their songs laced with hoes
I hate everything about their flows I hate that they’re pros
I hate it’s current state and I hate what it’s become
Fuck linkin park jay z this shits making me numb
(Bisch)
I hate fakes with mixtapes, those who don't spit great, I hate those famous who don't know what this takes,
I hate that every time I wanna step up on this stage, the way my voice quivers and the way that my fist shakes
I hate rappers and mics but I love em the same, i hate fame a
