Slaine , Singapore Kane , Lord Lhus - The Hatred
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My God, I think the world is about to collapse
Come on man
The buildings, the walls, they've all fallen
If you thought you should by now
It's the motherfucking Snow Goons
Snow Goons in the building
And you rocking with Singapore Kane
On the same
Motherfucker
No fucking around no more
No fucking around
Come on
It's 2008, dummy
All eyes are staring at me, people watching the villain
They see me rising with the rebels to the top of the building
Being stuck down at the bottom is the vilest feeling
Desolate souls are vodka to swilling, popping a pill in
Jealousy swirling in their eyes that's plotting to kill 'em
But I been there, believe me, I ain't forgotten the feeling
I lived the dark nights and heard the pain drops from the ceiling
I mean the raindrops hanging in cane spots with dealers
Now I'm fighting a different war, smoking less, sniffing more
Every week a different chore, every month a different tour
I got a gang of haters, every day I piss 'em off a little more
What you think I got a fucking pistol for?
Jealousy's a disease that affect my enemies
They scheming while they sipping on their Hennessy
Me, I'm overseas making G's like I stick banks
Rocking mics, sniffing foreign coke out of split tanks
We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
The sons of Satan keeping it rugged, fuck the debating
What you talk about? You weak, I'm furious, full of hatred
We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
The sons of Satan keeping it rugged, fuck the debating
What you talk about? You weak, I'm furious, full of hatred
There's no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates
Soon as you consider it, we smack dudes illiterate
Sidestep the petty shit, forever it's a militant's
Mission to get the cheese and stretch it like mozzarella sticks
Test me, I'm ready, my girl got my machete
And she's ready to cut your throat like Chiquita and Belly
You was hard as a rock, now you sweeter than jelly
No one believes the shit that you spit or you tell me
Despite how you think it looks, I'll never play by the books
The silent kid in the room is really the biggest crook
Pulling off the biggest shooks, steal every cranny and nook
Fight to the death with guns or knives or lead hooks
Dudes talk the talk but their lamark ain't similar
We'll separate your soul from your body like oil and vinegar
High off the sticky, insane when I'm sober
Spit poison in my verse like killer cobra
Style raw, kick it rugged like a symbol cracking faces
Demonic place, catch me in hell where I create this
A rhyme spawn, son, my mind is gone with the wind
I'm better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend
'Til the end, I'ma murder this, MC's keep on observing this
I hear you bite my shit and they gon' find you where the murder was
I kick an ill sick twist in acapella when I rock a fella
Rolling with dime bitches and cocking hella
My rhyme is torture, surely pulling out your guts
While your whole body soaked in alcohol and paper cuts
Then the knife slides into your right thigh
You think you might die, you right
You see the visions of your life fly
Right past you, my clique'll really bash you
Into your skull then suck your brains out like a vacuum
My back room is filled with goons and street thugs
Killers hate love, swinging me coward upon straight love
We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
The sons of Satan keeping it rugged, fuck the debating
What you talk about? You weak, I'm furious, full of hatred
We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
The sons of Satan keeping it rugged, fuck the debating
What you talk about? You weak, I'm furious, full of hatred