Hate The Scene

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck the scene! I'm not listenin' to none of your bullshit! It's like a fuckin' comedy club up in this shit! Fuckin' piss weak! Everyone wants to grab each other's arses! Man, have you been backstage lately? Man, you're a sick rapper, man Man, how long have you been rappin' for? Fuck the weakness in this industry Lift ya fuckin' game! If ya feel like this is about you.. It probably fuckin' is! Then it probably is! [Verse 1: Trem] Fuck me swingin'! I'm sick and tired of wack rappers Who couldn't spark shit with petrol and a pack of matches Still, they act like as if they written the bit Don't mean to piss and moan, but these pricks just give me the shits! So I rip 'em to bits with this lyrical Swiss knifе Stickin' the toothpick right in their windpipe! Attackin' thеse dick wipes who practice for gigs twice as hard But can't get ya right on the big night! [Verse 2: Brad Strut] I ignite, no fist fights I'm pissin' in ya pocket if ya didn't rock it off and see the bitch type Slappin' backs for the slackest tracks Sayin', "They're the maddest raps!" — gettin' very carried away And playin' the safe bet, they're seein' the paycheck And bright lights, I'm here to put fright in the gay sets And wack crews — you faggots are old news! And haven't the bold views to fathom my skull jewels like acid [Verse 3: Bob Balans] Then hold you as captive with a rope and a bandage To gag and assault you 'cause you're pulp and plastic You lose rapidly with huge casualties like the Jews tragedy The motion's humanities I train for survival, lift ya rifle! My pages put ya cycle in its final stages With tidal rages, waves of frightenin' annihilation Findin' ya in ya hidin' places! [Hook x2: Various rap samples] "I'm just the same as I've ever been, I hate the scene!" "It ain't about luck, your team sucks!" "I'm just the same as I've ever been, I hate the scene!" "You know you're phony, get the fuck from in front of me!" [Verse 4: Bob Balans] Motherfucker! Brace ya spine 'cause I'm breakin' backs With the page's stats that maims and splats You full-scale attack, 'cause mate, you're wack! Get back to the base to pack Play it back, it sounds like you're takin' naps Your state's collapsed, a patient at the mental house Maniac committed for the brains I gave a gape and gash I take a slash on your baby raps, what a waste of wax! [Verse 5: Brad Strut] The basic fact's you're played out and counterfeit Taken aback, like rain clouds I'm down to spit I drown this shit like I was flushin' a brasco ("Brad's so pro!") ("Especially when he rap flow!") I pack dro, you rookies are on the leaf tip Leave quick! I'm competin', never concede this War of words, I could perform my worst, still be the best The stage is set! So place ya bets! [Verse 6: Trem] Blood on the nose 'cause LC's the dopest Gettin' crowds out their seats like deep vein thrombosis Not hocus pocus, the rest are fuckin' jokers! Coast-to-coast, my crew gets hype as broken boasters True grit and focus is the blueprint that motors These few microphonists that's set apart from the bogus Fakes and frauds baitin' hoards of crowds With that talk, that's just a rort, you're fallin' short by all accounts! [Hook x2: Various rap samples] "I'm just the same as I've ever been, I hate the scene!" "It ain't about luck, your team sucks!" "I'm just the same as I've ever been, I hate the scene!" "You know you're phony, get the fuck from in front of me!"