Hate Aside

Yeah we do what we want, Bringin' the truth to your false Way of life, finding clues when you're lost is hard Like finding worth in those jewels that you flaunt or Finding work without the tools for the job But trust me, this ain't just a job I'll be twistin' knobs until the mix is suave I think about every button I push Like every button I push was making a missile launch, yeah. Leaving the world in disorder Killin' it until we seein' rigor mortis and liquor pourin' But with this music we build on the ruins I got the bricks and mortar, Let's keep it movin', shiftin' forward I'm tryna take it like it's mine for the takin' Live in the place, with divine innovation Why would you hate this That's a sign that your mind states too prideful, spiteful and basic There ain't shit you can say... There ain't no rules in this game we play Hate aside there ain't shit you can say All hate aside, let's be real for a moment, Let's build, I can feel it in my soul when the momentum builds And we don't want to feel, like we owed y'all respect But you won't let us chill, it's a snowball effect I don't want to see them quotes on the net You got somethin' to say, I'll take the phonecall direct I don't owe y'all, no, naw, what y'all expect? It ain't a game we playin', ain't no coach on your bench I know I'm an arrogant fuck But let's keep it in perspective there's barely enough I'm airin' 'em out, apparently I'm tearin' it up So stare at me wrong, get your fair share of them lumps Beware of the snakes, only teach sincerity but Still keep a small circle like a carrot that's cut Player, I swear on my nuts, I could kill it all day, but you can only bury me once. Yeah we do what we must, before that tool that you bust Gets bucked a new cut's leavin' your stomach tucked As I conduct liposuction on this fat blunt Wait let me light this up, I have to, like it's a OCD tendency, SP's been releasing CD's independently MC's squeezin' their weaponry, please To step could cause irreparable damage Hence the reputable status, yes we have the upper hand in this And this is just the beginning, of an addiction To get rich, just independent and it's a misprint To call us misfits, cause we don't fit in Don't get it twisted, we still causin' mischief And there's no god, but I feel some christian rappers And stay high, explains why I get distracted I roll it up, smoke it and flick the ashes And still manage a business, you could just imagine