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letra de love bug - rap turner nation

love and hate can never be friends.

you get what you ask for.

and get it ‘cuz you asked for it
you get what you ask for.
and get it ‘cuz you asked for it
you get what you ask for.
and get it ‘cuz you asked for it.
you asked for it!

ayo! w.t.f. happened to rap?
and what must i ask, happened to blacks?
where all the charles drew(s) the ben banneker(s)?
emcees now a days amateurs; no apollo.
it’s like fred sanford cussin out ra-lo.
my style hard to follow.
my queen must submit and swallow,
lifes hard facts.
yo yo yo! rewind the track cause i don’t think they get that!

ayo, wtf happened rap?!?
and what must i ask happened to blacks?
this rap game is all tight pants; friends and likes on instagram.
can’t dance, no hammer.
no stance; for the polar opposite.
just traumatic slave syndrome.
i harpoon and deflate the zoom of a drone fed idiot.
i do not like your hits, not even a little bit!

people love me,
people hate me!
then they come and love me
turn around and hate me!

brothers can’t believe how the sk!lls have gotten.
on the shoulders of giants some remember some forgotten.
long gone are the days of ciphering on johnson.
we still hip hop to the core, though the apple is just rotten!
if i ain’t the best from south west to wingohocken,
then who gets it more poppin’ just east of conshohocken?
singing, leave me alone!
it’s like the world’s got me on my knees.
i’m just trying to hold on to surviving geez.
but it’s not reciprocated. it’s like i got a disease.
so i only have a few true friends, so i don’t suffer from sorrow
cuz the ones that love you today, may hate you tomorrow.

people love me
people hate me!
then they come and love me.
turn around and hate me.

you get what you ask for.
and get it ‘cuz you asked for it
you get what you ask for.
and get it ‘cuz you asked for it
you get what you ask for.
and get it ‘cuz you asked for it
you asked for it.

when i was young,
i was told to fold; bouncing off polls not in control.
if the job of resurrector is to revive the old;
then i’m bringing rap “back to life” like soul to soul.
i’m philly hip-hop word to colby-colb
with that b-boy flow before corporate control.
and i don’t really know if hip hop is dead.
i’m just overcharging for what they did to cornbread.
frosty freeze! like rigormortis;
intelligent movement like a porpoise.
best believe i know my purpose.
duck! my head to the real king;
back when trying keep up tags was a big thing.
my rap reference is mainly aimed at them veterans.
let them in.
because they better then this new style. feces!
gimme a beatbox track, a hand clap, and a pc.
hate it or love it cause you can’t do both things.
love, love, love, love
hate, hate, hate, hate!
love, love, love
hate, hate, hate!
people love me.
turn around and hate me

then they come and love me.
turn around and hate me.

- rap turner nation

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