Hate The Scene

[Intro]
Fuck the scene! I'm not listenin' to none of ya bullshit!
It's like a fuckin' comedy club up in this shit!
Fuckin' piss weak!
Everyone wants to grab each other's asses!
Man, have you been backstage lately?
Man, you're a sick rapper, man
Man, how long have you been rappin' for?
Fuck the weakness in this industry
Lift ya fuckin' game!
If ya feel like this is about you..
It probably fuckin' is!
Then it probably is!

[Verse 1: Trem]
Fuck me swingin'! I'm sick and tired of wack rappers
Who couldn't spark shit with petrol and a pack of matches
Still, they act like as if they written the bit
Don't mean to piss and moan, but these pricks just give me the shits!
So I rip 'em to bits with this lyrical Swiss knifе
Stickin' the toothpick right in their windpipe!
Attackin' thеse dick wipes who practice for gigs twice as hard
But can't get ya right on the big night

[Verse 2: Brad Strut]
I ignite, no fist fights
I'm pissin' in ya pocket if ya didn't rock it off and see the bitch type
Slappin' backs for the slackest tracks, sayin', "They're the maddest raps!"
Gettin' very carried away
And playin' the safe bet, they're seein' the paycheck
And bright lights, I'm here to put fright in the gay sets
And wack crews — you faggots are old news!
And haven't the bold views to fathom my skull juice like acid

[Verse 3: Bob Balans]
Yeah, and hold you as captive with the rope and a bandage
To gag and assault ya 'cause you're pulp and plastic
You lose rapidly with huge casualties like the Jews tragedy
The motion's humanities
I train for survival, lift ya rifle!
My pages put ya cycle in its final stages
With tidal rages, waves of frightenin' annihilation
Findin' ya in ya hidin' places!

[Hook x2]
"I'm just the same as I've ever been, I hate the scene!"
"It ain't about luck, your team sucks!"
"I'm just the same as I've ever been, I hate the scene!"
"You know you're phony, get the fuck from in front of me!"

[Verse 4: Bob Balans]
Motherfucker!
Brace ya spine 'cause I'm breakin' backs
With the pages stacks that maims and splats
You full-scale attack, 'cause mate, you're wack!
Get back to the base to pack
Play it back, it sounds like you're takin' naps
Your state's collapsed, a patient at the mental house
Maniac committed for the brains I gave a gape and gash
I take a slash on your baby raps, what a waste of wax!

[Verse 5: Brad Strut]
The basic fact's you're played out and counterfeit
Taken aback, like rain clouds I'm down to spit
I drown this shit like I was flushin' a brasco
"Brad's so pro!" "Especially when he rap flow!"
I pack dro, you rookies are on the leaf tip
Leave quick! I'm competin', never concede this
War of words, I could perform my worst, still be the best
The stage is set! So place ya bets!

[Verse 6: Trem]
Blood on the nose 'cause LC's the dopest
Gettin' crowds out their seats like deep vein thrombosis
No hocus pocus, the rest are fuckin' jokers!
Coast to coast, my crew gets hype as broken boasters
True grit and focus is the blueprint that motors
These few microphonists that's set apart from the bogus
Fakes and frauds baitin' hoards of crowds
With that talk, that's just a rort, you're fallin' short by all accounts!

[Hook x2]
"I'm just the same as I've ever been, I hate the scene!"
"It ain't about luck, your team sucks!"
"I'm just the same as I've ever been, I hate the scene!"
"You know you're phony, get the fuck from in front of me!"