You got to get up If you want to get I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars and I Hate people who think they can dose up their medicine fuckin' with venom and I twista Show them the force I'd like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse Only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers Kick it with y'all But I hate phony ass people And I hate having no dro And I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don't be having no bitches that break it down to the floor And I hate when I can't help somebody And I hate when I ain't got dough And I hate everyone feeling twista and prodigy rockin' music party music control You've got to get up If you want to get off Keep your eyes open So I can stop you from blinking Make you feel Try to see what you're thinking Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own Get so cold in the zone I'm destroying my clone I can fill the fucking room up with torture and pain Lyrical is coursing my veins It's the trilogy of terror From my era Agility that I scare ya because I hate ya'll