Why U Wanna Hate? - K Rino, DJ Screw

I don’t brag about cars and I don’t brag about clothes

I don’t call women tramps, sluts, bitches or hoes

I don’t sell out, kiss ass or ball like a kid

But I bet the radio would bump my shit if I did

You see, I’m standing deep up in your face today

The realest lyricist dropping atomic verses till you waste away

Suckers are tame when I spit the game

Aggravated narrator, metamorphosise into a human flame

Battles intense, never straddle the fence

The radio hating me cause I chose knowledge over nonsense

It’s K-Rino in case you don’t recognize the tone

I terrorize your zone while my foe dies alone

I do this well while y’all scared to fail

Putting a 100 different fools on your shit to try to make it sell

Killers I’m drafting, cutting snitches in half when

Agitated I’m smashing, do it sound like I’m laughing?

At random, dropping miscellaneous destruction

Causing opponents to suffer spontaneous combustion

Fraud rapper found dead, bucked by the song capper

His tombstone read, «He fucked with the wrong rapper»

So why y’all wanna hate

When you know that I’ma wreck these fools straight up out the gate

Why you wanna hate

When you know that I’m gonna do them boys twenty times straight?

This magazine wrote they fifty best rappers ever, but brother

That list don’t mean shit if I ain’t on that motherfucker

Not conceited, I’m straight up convinced that I can rip

My brain emptying verses like killers emptying clips

When he slips, he plummets, 90 feet down to the hole

Blacker than triple darkness, drama, a 100 fold

Shocking electric currents invading the hater’s chest

Mad lyrical bullets penetrating the hater’s vest

Virtually impossible to analyse the level

Some of these fools' actions be equivalent to the Devil

I’m ripping, clicking that’s it, he ripping busting your shit

The wacker these motherfuckers rap the more love that they get

I come straight out my folder with my old school speech

50 rhymes for 10 punks, I crack 'em 5 times each

Close your eyes and make a wish, open 'em up when you’re through

But if I’m standing in your face that mean the shit ain’t come true

So tell me

So why y’all wanna hate

When you know that I’ma wreck these fools straight up out the gate

Why you wanna hate

When you know that I’m gonna do them boys twenty times straight?

Can I make this situation better before it get tight?

Can I do this motherfucker without taking his life?

Can I get myself in line?

Can I just have a sign?

Can I go 24 hours without thinking 'bout dying?

Should I go and bust this faker for the lies that he told?

Should I act like I ain’t tripping, then just let it unfold?

Should I check 'em if he bumping, when I know that he fraud?

Can I try to please the people without turning on God?

See I just need me 5 grand so I can turn it to 10

Once I get that 10 grand, then I’m gon' flip it again

If I ever touch that million, they gon' think that I’m through

But them haters gonna be stressing once I turn it to 2

I said them haters gonna be stressing once I turn it to 2

Them haters gonna be stressing once I turn it to 2

Them haters gonna be stressing once I turn it to 2

Them haters gonna be stressing, let them boys know Screw