Hate

(album: Outside The Box - 2016)

You must think that we're slipping off a roof
By the way we get slated down
Can't stop us spitting on a riddim in the booth
Changing the game and sound
Had an idea sitting in my room
Now we're playing to a bouncing crowd
Hit 'em with 16 bars and hooks
We will never throw in the towel
Now we got the whole scene shook
Middle finger just won't go down
Grime kid in the metal scene getting funny looks
Screw up your face and frown
A million views on a tune
Is proof that we've produced our own style
We've come a long way from our hometown
With the world on our shoulders, we'll never back down

Why you wanna hate on us?
Why you wanna hate on us?

No lies, we're giving 'em the truth
They were leaving the pit, less teeth in their mouth
On a mic wire swinging from the roof
We crowdsurf and get deep with fans
We don't get sick of the abuse
We get booked for a show in Amsterdam
Who's billing up? Pass me the blues
Blowing negativity out the window, fam
I can't believe what we've done in four years
And all we're gonna do is expand
Try something new 'cause we got no fears
Live shows getting 5 K's in Kerrang!
Turned a hobby into a career
Now we travel across the globe with one plan
Still you wanna hate on us?
Nah, the whole scene's in the palm of our hand

Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don't rate my team?
You ain't even bringing no riffs to the scene
We be doing this 'til we're living our dream
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don't rate my team?
You ain't even bringing no heat to the scene
And the real mans know that we're dope on the streets
Yeah, the real mans know that we're dope on the streets

Who would've thought that four years back
We'd spawn from the scene and attack?
Soundalike bands are whack
Need H in your mind like a fiend needs crack
Who would've thought that four years back
We'd spawn from the scene and attack?
Soundalike bands are whack
Now we're tight in the game, won't fall back
Who would've thought that four years back
We'd spawn from the scene and attack?
Soundalike bands are whack
Need H in your mind like a fiend needs crack
Who would've thought that four years back
We'd spawn from the scene and attack?
Soundalike bands are whack
Now we're tight in the game, won't fall back

Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don't rate my team?
You ain't even bringing no riffs to the scene
We be doing this 'til we're living our dream
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don't rate my team?
You ain't even bringing no heat to the scene
And the real mans know that we're dope on the streets