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letra de no love (remix) - hyperaptive

[verse 1: hyperaptive]
since a little kid i’ve always known music is where my heart is
never gave a sh-t what people said, i continued regardless
now fully equipped with the sk!lls needed to be the artist
i wanted to be from the age of six years old and move the fastest
far back as my mind can take me, now i’ve been non stop spitting in songs
right through my early teens through to the days me and mates were hitting on bongs
ten years on, i’ve advanced ten fold, re-written my wrongs
still hyper as ever, the only difference is now, the ritalin’s gone
yes i’m a nutcase, lyrically insane with these words
a danger to this industry, no i won’t be tamed for the herds
of nerds, just blurting, worthlessness and blamed for the swerve
hip hop has taken, i won’t stop ’till i see better change has emerged
but still the haters are squeezing through, most without a reason to
hating on uk, when this flow sounds like kano’s, p’s and q’s
sounds like grime in recent tunes, and they probably never even knew
but to every one of you haters who left me then, now i’m leaving you

[hook: hyperaptive & tony b]
it’s a little too late, to say that you’re sorry now
you kicked me when i was down, but what you say just don’t
[don’t hurt me] it don’t [hurt me, no more, no more]
b-tch you get no [love]
you showed me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground
but what goes around comes around, and what you just don’t
[don’t hurt me] it don’t [hurt me, no more, no more]
b-tch you get no [love]

[verse 2: hyperaptive]
this is going out to the haters chatting their sh-t, constantly saying i’m that and i’m this
can’t stand me ‘cos i rap and i’m british, either that or cause they’re sat in some p-ss-y
little estate trying to rap about clips, they only know mainstream backing up pr-cks
fake rappers with a lacking of wits, i’ll munch every last one like a packet of crisps
some say i’m ludicrous, maybe they’re just confusing this
with some useless, stupidness, self-indulgence and gloominess
it’s humorous, or at least it would be but music is
my whole life, without it i’d be up the wall like an alchi who’s boozeless
i ain’t new to this, don’t know my name boy? then google it
cause it’s spreading round peoples heads like someones cancer that’s tumorous
boy i’m ruthless, my song list is numerous, k!lling beats with such smoothness
while you’re stuck in that same old position like rheumatics
a lunatic, behind this mic, but still there’s some with blinded sight
beleive me when i say that there is truth behind the hype
you don’t love me? good, ‘cos i never loved you
and i can’t even see you no more, i’m over a million miles above you

- hyperaptive

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