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Hate Be Real

 

Hate Be Real

(альбом: Endangered Species - 2020)


I used to zoom into drop-top Mazi, I'm cruising through
Now I login to Zoom for a virtual funeral
I give you knowledge you can keep inside of your mind
I'm like a lower case 't', I show you positive signs
You can be murdered by a hornet, picture that of all things
A few months ago, The Hornets was a basketball team
Niggas say they sick with it, now the fact it all came
You just a pussy with a yeast infection, ass and more cream
I'm a dream shatterer, you paying cash for your streams
In the name of Big Pun, I'm here to shatter your dreams
You begging for it, I'ma give you what you asking for, king
My cellphone is on silent but this ratchet gon' ring

The hate, the hate, the hate, the hate, the hate
The hate, the hate, the hate be so real
The hate, the hate, the hate, the hate, the hate
The love be fake, the hate be so real

Never hate, "How did he make it?"
That's what they speculate
You can stop destiny, I was destined to elevate
The jab, uppercut, hook cracking your jaw, I bet break
Like heavyweight division champ, quick as a featherweight
Civilian casualties get calculated, we estimate
Spontaneous killer instincts, never hesitate
The Nate Dawg and Warren G reenactment of "Regulate"
Growing protege, my gunshots will make you levitate
Ran through the back yard, now I'm running from [?]
Over the fence, I ran through there when cabins [?]
My pen [?] is sick like Micheal Duncan in Step Away
The [?] ya healing is just a step away
Still looking for the deceased within [?]
We pour it out for those who ain't here, we commemorate
The driver is not allowed to drink whenever we celebrate
We need a sober getaway driver we gotta designate
When couples get married for wrong reasons, they separate
Dramatic irony, they get divorced on their wedding day
Twelve hundred dollars, what are they trying to insinuate?
Stimulus cheques, but I question
What did it stimulate?

The hate, the hate, the hate, the hate, the hate
The hate, the hate, the hate be so real
The hate, the hate, the hate, the hate, the hate
The love be fake, the hate be so real

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