You got to get up if you wanna get
I hate people that aint movin their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin the bar But I hate everybody that dont like electric guitars
And I hate people who think they can dose up their medicine Fuckin with venom and I twista show them the force Id like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse Only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers
But I hate phony ass people and I hate having no dro And I hate bitchy-ass clubs that dont be havin' no bitches That break it down to the floor and I hate when I cant help somebody And I hate when I aint got dough, and I hate everyone feelin' twista And prodigy rockin music party music control
Youve got to get up if you wanna get off
Keep your eyes open so I can stop you from blinkin' Make you feel try to see what youre thinkin' Through the hole in your dome while Im holding my own Get so cold in the zone Im destroying my clone
I can fill the fuckin room up with torture and pain Lyrical is coursing my veins Its the trilogy of terror from my era Agility that I scare ya because I hate yall