H.A.T.E

Express hate, Hit em like an Express Train.

I hope you can correlate

I was taught about hate.

From my family and brothers on the estate.

Who claimed to be my mate.

 

Grew up thinking I would be dead weight.

It might have been fate. but..

I woke up and though that I was fucking great.

 

About to move at un-stoppable rate.

An unstoppable pace you cant match this.

 

I was patience and learned how to wait.

Ive been waiting on that funk, for 5 minutes now you too late

but I got that funky flavour.

 

I see myself as the old school game savour.

You.. Yes.. You.. You.. about to be punk'd...

Why.. Me.. Why..Me.. Cause homie was blind and couldn't see..

Never mind getting close enough to touch me...

I called your bluff.. G..

 

Know you need to sit back and relax.

Let me go in my back pack pull out a track.

You look stressed out to the max.

 

Believe me I got the nik-nack

Your holla in at the mick-mic-mac

Once I go off aint no comming bic-back.

Till I go in my trick.. track.. track suit pull out a sticky green sack.

 

Sit back and eat bare snacks. Up in this bitch dead fat.

Man you one ugly looking cat.

Wipe your feet real good on the rhythm mat.

Come and see what this magistion has under his hat.

 

Your Sad, I'm glad, you've just been had..

What were you thinking in the first place you must have been mad.