Hater...
Definition of One who is ENVIOUS
This word you use to describe me
And this action I am taking against you supposedly
What do you have for me to be envious of?
Your life of moving from couch to couch?
Dear sir, you forget it was I who helped pay for you to live
I held the key to your destiny
You are nothing to me
I wouldn't trade you for your life in a minute
If just for the simple fact that you got...you know that
At such a young age
Now look at you, your heart full of rage
Walking around here being self pitying
Deteriorating before my very eyes
As you blame your misadventures and misfortunes on everyone
But not one being the inadequate, frustrated, implosion staring back at you in the mirror
Thinking the world owes you something
Because you're too indolent to study and get your mind right
You'd rather feed into these stereo types
Becoming just another statistic
A minority with an excuse to rob people
Oh my bad...ExcuseS
Look it's not my fault you showed your true identity
But it is my fault that you didn't get the best of me
I refuse to be unseeing to the short comings of man
And ignore my premonitions, now that just can't be had
You are a liar and a snake at heart
And a snitch and a coward at best
And I hear you want to fuck with me
But trust me, dude, you don't want to put me to the test
I've blown your calumniations out of the water
Exposed you for the miscreant you are
Dethrowned you and made you desitute
I had a hand in bringing you up
Just as I have a hand in bringing you down
My foot is on your neck right now
But I'm hating on you...
And Bella Honey,
Where do I begin
Fucking with a dude I SAID was gonna be a messed up boyfriend
But you know...it's cool...everybody has to learn on their own
However in the meantime, he set you up to be robbed
Helped you put in "work" in the streets and still you have no home
You were talking that shit like "I ain't never been broke since you met me."
Babygirl, you were two months behind in your rent spending your last 40 dollars on weed
If that's not broke I don't know what is
And then you thought you were doing something staying in a motel wit a few big bills
Thanks for the 20 dollars by the way, but you were making your money by letting guys cop a few feels
When you're at your highest of highs
Your career choice is not leaving much to the imagination
And while I hear you're good at disrobing while dancing
Your lo key hustle is to let strangers ransack your temple
Willingly giving each one of them a piece of yourself
Them, unappreciative of the wetness around their pen
As you let yet another scribe their name on your walls
And here you are trying to front on myspace
Girl please, that's one of my war zones of choice, shit, that's MY place
And as you can see, you lie on me, with the truth, your name I will deface
Ugh!!! You know...you are such a disgrace
A defamation, straight humiliation
And celibate...ha...not by choice,
In sharing your music with this one and that one
They shared with you unwanted lyrics that left marks of contempt
Three times over...
Never wanting to love you in the first place,
From being wifey material you are definitely exempt
And on a lesser profound level
You call yourself a rapper, a freestyler, a lyricist
But in reading my poem "The Storm Is Here" all you can say is "That's deep."
What...no comment on the word play or
You can relate to this so to speak
Is it possibly because you didn't really understand
Maybe I used too many big words
My fault for wanting my vocabulary, as well as my mind, to deepen and expand
My horizons to broaden,
And people, including yourself, to put in just a fraction of the time to read this
That it took me to think, contemplate, meditate, dream, envision, develop and put on to paper this poem
This verse so to speak...
But you want me to respect your "swagger"
All the time calling attention to how you are "One of a kind"
Can't forget that "You're positive", too
Oh...AND a good friend so "You should put me on your top friends' list"
If you're such a great person then why do you keep calling attention to it
And why are you running out of bridges to burn
And why do you drain people of all energy and willingness to deal with you
And why with you doing what you do, you still have nothing of your own
And why in all of the world,
And all of the universe,
And in all of your ingloriousness
Do
You
Think
I'm
Hating On You
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