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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 fkin with venom... and I
twista... show them the force Id like to see somebody talkin s**t get turned up a corpse
only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers... kick it with yall
but I hate phony as* people
and I hate having no dro
and I hate b*tchy-ass clubs that dont be havin no girls 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 fkin 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