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letra de hatin - mission infect

[intro]
some people come along and they deceive for no reason and it’s just, you know, it’s just unnecessary. you know what i mean? and they’re persistent about it, it’s like they got nothing better to do and sh-t. so, you know, they just come and talk sh-t. and half of these cats that do that sh-t, they ain’t doing sh-t themselves man. all the other artists that are jealous and sh-t. cats that’ll come at you sideways on some b-tch sh-t, you know what i mean? yeah, infect

[verse 1: bad luck]
show some respect you punk f-cks, i done paved the way
but neglect the best yet ’cause i’m made to pray
made you stay, blaze the stage then fade away
razor blade lyric spirits, dedicating my rage (woo)
raised the game to the point you’re afraid to play
slayed your crew when you’re new, so you stayed away
hatin’ to say, but you loose dude, in major pain
that seduced to your nude groups, plays a dame (what, what, what)
more claimed they got a rap group, tracks coming out, poo
acting like you’re packing a gat in your little wack booth (haha)
here’s the truth, use your truces as a blind date (ugh)
that doesn’t suck a d-ck unlike you do on mysp-ce (ooh)
my geeks are serious
if you don’t wanna get f-cked up, then buck up you little punk b-tch
stuffed up in my trunk, your sl-t’s giving it up
punk, what you want with this lyricist? (ugh)
[chorus: bad luck]
i always hear ’em hatin’ (they keep talking that sh-t)
i always hear ’em hatin’ (they keep running them lips)
i always hear ’em hatin’
but bad luck don’t give two f-cks you punk b-tch
i always hear ’em hatin’ (keep running them lips)
i always hear ’em hatin’ (keep talking that sh-t)
i always hear ’em hatin’
but bad luck don’t give two f-cks you punk b-tch

[verse 2: lo key]
yo, yo
bad luck, you just sparked something
they don’t wanna start nothing
lyrically we k!lling all these horrorcore emcees
from new york to philly, i spit the wicked baby
make you be like “god d-mn, this kid is crazy”
mu’f-ckers talking this and that, lit the gas
spitting raps, hitting cats, they don’t even get with that
i keep it grimy as can-be
the family is t.o.n.e-z
i make it sound so easy
while you’re spending four or five hours and it sounding kinda cheesy
lo key keep it breezy, believe me
they hating ’cause they jealous and they really wanna be me (yeah)
it’s the calm before the storm, it’s locked up
and pushed to your ears, right before you get iced up
the blunt-twister uplift your soul
with the thudding in the trunk, when we roll past, get low
[chorus: bad luck]
i always hear ’em hatin’ (they keep talking that sh-t)
i always hear ’em hatin’ (they keep running them lips)
i always hear ’em hatin’
but bad luck don’t give two f-cks you punk b-tch
i always hear ’em hatin’ (keep running them lips)
i always hear ’em hatin’ (keep talking that sh-t)
i always hear ’em hatin’
but bad luck don’t give two f-cks you punk b-tch

[verse 3: bad luck]
you’re in a trance and i get your b-tch dancing to my sh-t
she’ll be coming out those pants the way she’s l!cking them lips (uh huh)
i’m thinking this chick’s hips should be gripping this d-ck (yeah)
i can see her from the stage, blazed, shaking her tits
she’s making you p-ss
your b-tch is straight aching for this
now i got her backstage and i’m making her strip (uh)
i’m taking your trick
plain and simple, making a diss track
that you dished out, come back at you with a b-tch slap
know when i’m blowing up, shoulda never been a foe
still, you’ll keep showing up ’cause your hoe is at my show (yup)
throwing up your m’s pretending that you don’t know
that bad luck sh-t is on the brink to explode
n0body can contest with the best
assess the situation, i’m under your chest
i mess, quit testing me
stop the fighting, start accepting me
i’m the best there ever was and the best there’ll be
[chorus: bad luck]
i always hear ’em hatin’ (they keep talking that sh-t)
i always hear ’em hatin’ (they keep running them lips)
i always hear ’em hatin’
but bad luck don’t give two f-cks you punk b-tch
i always hear ’em hatin’ (keep running them lips)
i always hear ’em hatin’ (keep talking that sh-t)
i always hear ’em hatin’
but bad luck don’t give two f-cks you want this?

[outro]
see, i don’t get down with that hating sh-t man. maybe nine years ago or some sh-t but everyone grows up, you know what i mean. there’s no room for hating music, especially not in the indie scene. ’cause we need each other, the artists need each other. how it has to be if we wanna make it anywhere. this hating can’t be going on like this, you know what i mean, it just…it can’t be that way

- mission infect

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