Hatred

[Chorus 2X: King Just] We, don't like you... Hate on us, we hate on you This is true, cuz [King Just] Yeah, we does, and I ain't got nothing to front for Pound a brown, bout to fucking lay down the law Niggas is scared when KJ touch the microphone When they get on, they don't wanna give a dog a bone They see me with a wife and a home, living good They wanna drive-by, still see me stuck in the hood How you gonna represent the Stat', when albums is wack Niggas is lucky that Ghost brought it back... Hi-jack the beat track, and then I throw 'em to the shred Cuz a picky nigga like me'll get you off your ass I ain't starving, cuz I already had a taste And I survived, cuz my team still move weight Concentrate on your hate, but you can still relate Cuz you was once there saying "damn, how long will it take For me to shine, so I can show the world I can rhyme" I was looking for the dotted line, so I can sign And run with the best crew, show 'em what I can do Now it's like 'fuck me, no, fuck you' [Chorus 2X] [King Just] Stay smashing, any MC who think he massive Who think he high post cuz he high fashion I ain't asking, man, I do what I got to To take KJ out, it'll take a whole lotta MC, just stuck with my path, the flow I wrath We can meet on Soble Court on Park Hill Ave And crash like the ram, on a Mountain Dew commercial You need to start walking like Hershell My studio is universal, after that it's galactic Horror tactics, don't get it backwards K put the C in the Carter, and serious like your fucking father Nigga, don't bother, the archer Bow and arrow sparrow, threw Nat like Carol I told you telling ass niggas to tattle They don't wanna battle, they seen what I did to they idol Standing in the corner all spiteful [Chorus 2X] [King Just] Stop the presses, ain't no second guesses Acting like you don't know who the best is You better start confessing, or learn your lesson KJ, I'm kind of hard to find in this profession Did I mention, I battle from the Harbor to the Hill With a license to kill, every rapper that ain't real I reveal the un-secret, un-beat shit With a hooptie rider deep dish with a mean bitch Leave it alone, if you can't phone home Rambo, I'm bout to go Sly Stallone Arnold Schwarzeneg', with plans to be big And sell more records than Jig, "can I live?" Shit, I ain't try'nna look like the frost Stuck in the projects, looking lost I'm try'nna be the boss, and have a company that I own I don't eat pork, but I wanna bring the bacon home [Chorus 2X]