Letra de Hate
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You must think that we’re slipping off a roof by the way we get slated down
Can’t stop us spitting on a riddim in the booth changing the game and sound
Had an idea sitting in my room now we’re playing to a bouncing crowd
Can’t stop us spitting on a riddim in the booth changing the game and sound
Had an idea sitting in my room now we’re playing to a bouncing crowd
Hit ‘em with 16 bars and hooks we will never throw in the towel
Now we got the whole scene shook
Middle finger just won’t go down
Grime kid in the metal scene getting funny looks
Screw up your face and frown
A million views on a tune is proof that we’ve produced our own style
We’ve come a long way from our home town with the world on our shoulders we’ll never back down
Why you wanna hate on us?
No lies we’re given ‘em the truth
They were leavin’ the pit, less teeth in their mouth
On a mic wire swinging from the roof, we crowdsurf and get deep with fans
We don’t get sick of the abuse
We get booked for a show in Amsterdam
Who’s billin’ up? Pass me the blues blowing negativity out the window fam
I can’t believe what we’ve done in four years and all we’re gonna do is expand
Try something new coz we got no fears
Live shows getting 5 Ks in Kerrang!
Turned a hobby into a career now we travel across the globe with one plan
Still you wanna hate on us?
Nah, the whole scene’s in the palm of our hand!
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don’t rate my team?
You ain’t even bringing no riffs to the scene
We be doing this ’til we’re living our dream
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don’t rate my team?
You ain’t even bringing no heat to the scene
And the real mans know that we’re dope on the streets
Yeah the real mans know that we’re dope on the streets
Who would’ve thought that four years back we’d spawn from the scene and attack
Soundalike bands are whack, need H in your mind like a fiend needs crack
Who would’ve thought that four years back we’d spawn from the scene and attack
Soundalike bands are whack, now we’re tight in the game, won’t fall back
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don’t rate my team?
You ain’t even brinigng no riffs to the scene
We be doing this ’til we’re living our dream
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don’t rate my team?
You ain’t even bringing no heat to the scene
And the real mans know that we’re dope on the streets
Now we got the whole scene shook
Middle finger just won’t go down
Grime kid in the metal scene getting funny looks
Screw up your face and frown
A million views on a tune is proof that we’ve produced our own style
We’ve come a long way from our home town with the world on our shoulders we’ll never back down
Why you wanna hate on us?
No lies we’re given ‘em the truth
They were leavin’ the pit, less teeth in their mouth
On a mic wire swinging from the roof, we crowdsurf and get deep with fans
We don’t get sick of the abuse
We get booked for a show in Amsterdam
Who’s billin’ up? Pass me the blues blowing negativity out the window fam
I can’t believe what we’ve done in four years and all we’re gonna do is expand
Try something new coz we got no fears
Live shows getting 5 Ks in Kerrang!
Turned a hobby into a career now we travel across the globe with one plan
Still you wanna hate on us?
Nah, the whole scene’s in the palm of our hand!
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don’t rate my team?
You ain’t even bringing no riffs to the scene
We be doing this ’til we’re living our dream
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don’t rate my team?
You ain’t even bringing no heat to the scene
And the real mans know that we’re dope on the streets
Yeah the real mans know that we’re dope on the streets
Who would’ve thought that four years back we’d spawn from the scene and attack
Soundalike bands are whack, need H in your mind like a fiend needs crack
Who would’ve thought that four years back we’d spawn from the scene and attack
Soundalike bands are whack, now we’re tight in the game, won’t fall back
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don’t rate my team?
You ain’t even brinigng no riffs to the scene
We be doing this ’til we’re living our dream
Why you wanna hate on me?
Or talk like you don’t rate my team?
You ain’t even bringing no heat to the scene
And the real mans know that we’re dope on the streets
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