Say It to Me - Illy

You ain’t got nothing on these moves, you’re two left feet

Years since I’ve been beat, you can suck it through your teeth loose

We beat the beat until it’s blue, black and beetroot

Leave it to bleed through, please, no need you

Can miss me with the critics and reviews

From peeps who couldn’t move a couple feet in my shoes

Dismiss me fuckers, but there’s one thing to claim

Not so easy to prove, how would you reach your conclusion

Without leaping to them, so peace then

I’m keeping out it, deep in the beats, yeah we shoe ins

Nothing new, spit it to me, I’ve copped it for all

From my lyrics to finishing uni.

And dissing didn’t move me

Whether from another continent, interstate

Or in your face, still hit the stage not a minute late

Still, any given day, haters gonna hate

So let my work rate vindicate.

And, if it ain’t, then say it to me

«You wanna hate me then hate me»

«When you on top there’s-there's envy»

«Well, fuck it, I ain’t budging»

«Get at me if you want more»

«You wanna hate me then hate me»

«The critics are blasting me»

«You know the type, loud as motorbike

But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight»

I made the music I wanted, gave a fuck who’s watching

Wound up on a route, just a couple of dudes trodding

Sudden move such as it doesn’t prove often

The outcome’s left me with one of two options

Either fight everyone who targets me.

Or

Move forward, accepting you can’t win 'em all

When success breeds hate, the bigger you are man

Harder you fall, that’s just par for the course

So I took the latter, climbed the ladder

Got a foothold in the crack of a door

Footprints on their arse crack to match with their jaw

They cooked and battered, me bringing it raw

Bringing a tour de force of fucking awesome, grand prix of sick

But don’t take my word for shit, just peep the gigs

Fuck what you think, don’t matter, watch what I did

You can’t win, and still wanna talk shit?

Fine, but say it to me

«You wanna hate me then hate me»

«When you on top there’s-there's envy»

«Well, fuck it, I ain’t budging»

«Get at me if you want more»

«You wanna hate me then hate me»

«The critics are blasting me»

«You know the type, loud as motorbike

But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight»

Now, I’ve been struck off as simple when judged off my singles

By boys who ain’t finished popping pimples

Fucking with the botox flow dog, check your bifocals

Rub your lenses, it’s no wrinkles

Iron smooth, I improved

Y’all impaired, try, lose

Like that’s news, like that’s shit that I’d fight back to

Like that shit’s gonna light the fuse, mmm, nah

Took near a decade to find my voice

And six months more to be a target, so go on fire up boys

Stay mad, unheard and unsigned by choice

Yeah right «by choice»

It is what it is, I remember old heads said «Son

Kill 'em all, then quit when ahead or get done»

But I’ll never quit and God willing never slump once

But, if that day ever does come, I just ask that you say it to me

«You wanna hate me then hate me»

«When you on top there’s-there's envy»

«Well, fuck it, I ain’t budging»

«Get at me if you want more»

«You wanna hate me then hate me»

«The critics are blasting me»

«You know the type, loud as motorbike

But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight»

«You wanna hate me then hate me»

«When you on top there’s-there's envy»

«Well, fuck it, I ain’t budging»

«Get at me if you want more»

«You wanna hate me then hate me»

«The critics are blasting me»

«You know the type, loud as motorbike

But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight»