| Looptroop, hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| Hated by everyone
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yo, all I see is MCs spreading wackness, preaching slackness
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| But your bullshit couldn’t make me doin' one track less
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| Unless you take me out physically
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| 'Cause mentally you’re 2000 years behind with your flow-delivery
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| Actually, your cast is like an archeological discovery
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| From ancient times, way beyond known history
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| I’m CosM.I.C and my troop won’t do it your way
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| We rock live, make fire alarms go off from Norway to Broadway
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| MCs in the hallway stand by
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| Microphone connected network, can’t you see it’s a busy line?
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| I ain’t got time to deal with jealousy
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| Cause having that disease inside of me been killing me
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| Plus fans been feeling me from cities to farms
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| All around this God forsaken planet we walk upon
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| Bring it on, I break you down easy like cracking crayons
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| Cosmic, the audio rumblepak in your headphones
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| Looptroop crew, hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| Looptroop, hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| Yo, yo, yo, ain’t no way you can rock after these MCs
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| No way you make heads bob like these em' beets
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| And please, you don’t want beef, you don’t wanna try
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| Even with that extra chromosome, I think you know why
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| Supreme’s why we put some extra work on the make-up
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| Like Sway and Tech, we gotta show the makeups we make suckers wake up
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| See I’m a floor filler, you’re a floor killer for sure
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| The only way you move the crowd is out the door
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| The poor flow and off-beat delivery
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| Facing your disc jockey constantly mumbling «Hey yo, feelin' me?»
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| Not really, you’se like a playboy flick
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| It’s never get to see no action, we want hardcore shit
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| «Looptroop» That’s it, the rest of them sit quiet
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| David versus Goliath, we turn the party to a riot
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| My crew will occupate the building, barricade the doors
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| Once the beat kicks in, you’ll understand (Understand)
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| Looptroop crew, hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| Hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| Looptroop, hated by everyone
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| Schlook, hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| (Yeah) Promoe’s a problem to the western world like the Y2K
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| Giving the president’s wife toothache
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| From sucking on my sugar daddy long dick all night
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| She wanna take it even, I was like «alright»
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| I turn superstars into super hoes like Scott la Rock
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| Promoe’s an urban legend like Soda and Poprock
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| I don’t cockblock, I cut off dickheads like Bobbitt
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| If you don’t bob it, Looptroop shit, you can’t stop it
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| You can cop it or copy it, either ways you gotta have it
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| Listening to our shit has become an alarming habit
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| Of today’s youth, haha, seekers of the truth
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| No wonder they stumble over this boy group
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| Sent from outer space to make the world better
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| 'Cause MCs act schizophrenic like the 23rd letter
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| Mission: exterminate every wack rapper, backstabber
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| Get more fame and sell more records than ABBA (Haha)
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| That’s what I’m after and if you go after
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| Me on the microphone, you get nothing but laughter
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| Your DJ’s cutbacks stinking like buttcracks
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| You got skills, I got two words: fuck that
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| Looptroop, hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| Looptroop crew, hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| Hated by everyone
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| (There is no way that we can rock after them)
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| Looptroop, hated by everyone
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| Yo, a party ain’t a party if we don’t get to rip
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| And yo, a hottie ain’t a hottie if I don’t get to dip
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| And yo, a cypher ain’t a cypher if I did not spit
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| Man, man, you won’t spit shit if the beat ain’t synced (Like that) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hated By Everyone , by - Looptroop Rockers. Song from the album Modern Day City Symphony, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп