Представляем точный текст композиции "Someone To Hate" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Born Allah . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Someone To Hate» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Born Allah передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Born Allah - "Someone To Hate"
Lyrics to Someone To Hate : Born Allah.. Sweet Daddy Grace.. The Supreme Being.. Love Allah.. Ill Boogie.. [echoes] [Verse One] Rap is my bitch, but right now she got me pissed Let these niggaz fuck for a buck Damn I mischocked, you platinum plus but it still sucks Westcoast stuff without a kakis and a '' But I aint giving up, the chronic and hennesey on my pistol rip paw You fools bustin cats in they rapz But cant take it when they raps bust back So I be like "Yo fuck these emcees" Im in a recordstore spitting on emcees, these My attitude rock is Ls with a golden nameplate and a Kango Thats why rappers is gettin strangled They call me, Jack The Ripper when Im off the liquor I smoke chronic, is raw spitting in ebonics If you want it, you got it But you gotta call me Your Highness Cause me and my niggaz wes gon to bring the ruckus, so fuck it Born Allah is out for them duckets With niggaz with straps hit rats rollin in them buckets [Chorus] Born Allah, cant hide yall, Chief Big Balls Sweet Daddy Amazin Grace came to blaze the place Raise the states, keep the hotness in your milkcrates And you can come to me if youre looking for someone to hate [Jadakiss] "Next time we bring it to these faggots we aint playin" "You and your squad better praise the real God" "I was born" "The A-L-L-A-H" [Verse Two] Yo, lyrically I dont even see you fools is rappers Bitch ass niggaz saggin smilin for the cameras Wannabe gangsters, O.D.ed on mafia-movies Dreamsy you smoking cigars, rollin with uzis You tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (Youse a phoney) All gassed up by ya people, before comin to me have a Pholie and a Primo Deathwish, cause this a fist-fight to music Im closin on rappers and make em feel claustrophobic I wait in the den for you to come out the closet It be the fourth of July, but aint nothing hoppin Shockin, I found out about your lil girl Robin Fucking a neighbourhood felon with no protection My erection is hard, cause Im guard on the rap Arm, leg, leg, arm, arm, head, nuff said [Chorus] [Verse Three] I spit refusely, my pin abused losely Who got beef' Fool we all court in the street I keep a p-noid, watching from across the room standin like a b-boy Fool you aint the one, you just a decoy Kneeled before me like Sallah Starvin like Ramadan, lyrical phenomenon Born, watch out, strike like lightning Should I be writing, get motherfuckers in the fighting Its on, my lyrics come in the form of a foetus Thirty bars on labor, now you giving birth for dope shit Every track I rip is like a birth-certificate Floor the mothership with these dibs, puffin canibus Can you stand this, righteous man from Los Angeles Notorious lyricist, tryna overcome and gimmick shit Most of em just mimmick it, bitin a little bit But dont trip, we gon squash that shit [Chorus] [Samples cut n scratches til fade] [ Someone To Hate Lyrics ]
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