Oct. 29, 2013

Y-U-Haten

From Redemption by Ray Jones (author's profile)

Transcription

Wrote: 2010
Song: Y-U-Haten
Album: Amerikkka's Nitemare

V1
Why da hell, is us foolz haten,
it's time 2 put, u on blast,
kuz u worse, dan da media,
stoppn dudez, gettn kash...
N every time, I hear u jammn,
u play da same bunk songz,
over & over, like broken recordz,
n don't change, yo dialogue...
Hearn u dudez, talk like u street,
n dat u love, hip-hop,
not wantn 2 play, no real musik,
from other regionz, dat'z hot...
Showing me, dat u foolz is fake,
kissn ass, 2 yo boss,
tryna be kool, like Cool Hand Luke,
hearn u foolz, going soft...
Alwayz given, yo weak opinionz,
about another dude'z record,
probably haten, we gettn paid,
n my rhymen skillz betta...
As female host, jus ryde da tipp,
alwayz braggn, 2 gossip,
gettn her info, from strip klubz,
she heard, from hoochy mamaz...
Wantn 2 sleep, wit real ballaz,
hear our tunez, on da box,
wishn 2 catch me, like news houndz,
but I'm sly, like a foxx...
Now it's time, 4 me 2 klown,
as I'm kollektn, my paper,
radio stationz, don't want 2 play me,
why da hell, is u haten...

Chorus:
Radio stationz, get on my nervez,
Playn da same songz over,
Wantn people, 2 tune in again,
n fake m.ceez dat commercial...
Neva wantn, 2 get in popn,
showing love, 2 som playaz,
who be droppn, som real fire,
n let me know, y-u-haten...

V2
Neva playn da songz, dat'z bangn,
from som real m.ceez,
who take u bakk, 2 when it started,
gettn paid, n da streetz...
Accidently, flippn my station,
2 hear u haten on dudez,
kuz u older, dan dirt hommy,
tryna sound, like u kool...
Tryna say u, down 4 da kause,
but know, damn well,
u gonna jump, 2 da other side,
befo yo ass, go 2 jail...
Gettn on, da radio station,
soundn like Rodney King,
sayn can't we all, jus get along,
after gettn bombed, by police...
N da reason, som of deze fanz,
don't know, what'z all going on,
kuz u don't play, no real musik,
dat got a message, n songz...
Reachn out, 2 my people broke,
dat it ain't kool, 2 sell drugz,
kuz half deze foolz, up n da streetz,
be turning snitch, 4 da fuzz...
N real rappaz, dat put n work,
can't neva get, dey jamz played
kuz da sukaz, who up on top,
don't know a gosh damn thang...
Only wantn, 2 hand out dealz,
2 who dey think, is a chump,
n not hot, on da undaground,
kuz every nite, my jamz bump...

V3
Da real reason, dis movement began
was bekuz, of da haterz,
not wantn 2 see, us haven nathan,
liven n da projektz...
From blues musik, 2 rock-n-roll,
reportn shyt, n rap songz,
people forget, we started all dat
tryna censor, dis hogg...
Telln strugglez, about us liven,
comen up, n da hood,
n freestylen, on cornaz hustlen,
funkd up, off da budz...
N until I play da fool,
I can't roll, 2 awardz,
selln mo' dan mainstream rappaz,
every week, after tourz...
Telln my people, dat it ain't kool
2 forget where u from,
alwayz playn, mo' dan commercialz
dan some jamz, dat bump...
N radio host, who don't like me,
want 2 be, like dis crook,
kuz I'm on fire, like optimoe blunt
gettn fanz high, off my hookz...
Stayn true, 2 da undaground,
n every nite, doing showz,
hearn labelz, be wantn 2 sign me,
but dey just don't know...
Taken our struggle, 2 somewhere else
upliftn our people,
not gettn over, deze radio stationz
scared 2 bump, our hot singlez...

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