Monday, May 18, 2009

He'z Uh' Hatah'!

HE’S A HATER THOUGH


1st Chorus:
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.

[Verse 1]
He’s a hater, manipulator.
He’ll fill your ears with nothing but junk.
(He’s) The kind of cat who beats around the bush - A straight-up punk.
If you share an aspiration or a dream that you have, he’ll transform into a sucka named Optimus Crab.
Spreading doubt into your mind, and if you listen, you're fucked.
He’s quick sand, and he’s sucking you up…leaving you stuck…in a ditch or down the creek with no paddle.
He disappears into thin air if he hears there’s a battle.
He don’t want no funk.
What he wants to do is suck you dry.
He is like a vulture waiting for your demise…flying the skies.
Spreading rumors, trying to undermine your every step.
He’s more concerned about his ‘fedi’ and his glamorous rep.
He Bling-Blings’ and he’s always on some power kick.
But he never has enough and hates everything that you get.
All about his skrilla, his paper, money, his scratch, or his dough.
Just like a switch, he’ll beat you out of everything that you own, but he’s a hater, though.

Chorus [In the voice of Curtis Mayfield] :
Sporting wears, wearing jewels, he can’t stand the likes of you…He’s a hater.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He will do all he can…cause he’s just that kind of man…He’s a hater.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.

[Verse 2]
He’s a cat who takes credit for the things you do in collab... (oration).
Once you turn around he’s trying to slide a knife in your back.
Give up an inch and watch a mile disappear in a flash.
And for his green, he’ll cut you quicker than a blade of grass.
But he’ll befriend you and pretend that you’re his Patnah real.
Boy, take a look into his eye.
Tell me, “What do you feel?”
He’s just a mirror trying to give you what he thinks you want.
He‘s a façade, a sucka living in a fantasy front.
Man, if he got it and you need it, he ain’t got your back, but if he needs it and you got it, he can count on that.
Stop being nice to that sorry ass excuse for a man.
Wait till he gets his shit together with a plot and a plan.
He’s going to use you if you let him, and then he’ll shut you down.
I hope you open up your eyes to that circus clown.
Playing his games with eyes on the prize you hold.
Trying to defame your name with all the lies he told.

Chorus Repeated 2 times

He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.

He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.

[Bridge]
A hater comes in many packages, from beauty to beast.
From casual to wearing dresses or a suit, three-piece.
They contemplate and hate on anyone whose doing their thang.
Trying to maintain game like it was water, and they're selling you rain.
Your best friend or family can be a haters’ disguise.
They get you when you don’t expect.
When you’re closing your eyes.
Build a rapport and then gain your trust, then they damage your heart.
But now I bet that you can spot a hater straight from the start.
You got initiated…
By a hater!!!

Chorus:
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though
Sporting wears, wearing jewels, he can’t stand the likes of you…He’s a hater…
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He will do all he can, cause he’s just that kind of man... He’s a hater…
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
Sporting wears, wearing jewels, he can’t stand the likes of you…He’s a hater…
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He will do all he can, cause he’s just that kind of man…He’s a hater…
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.

[Spoken word]
A hater hates to be alone because their misery dwells within the walls of their security.
Blinded by envy and feelings of abandonment, the hater complicates matters by burning bridges that could be used to progress.
To confess their guilt would mean conscious thoughts and premeditated actions.
As a matter of fact, the hater is a master of acting.
Unaware of the roles they play or of the points they try to convey… The hater is as shifty as 365 days.
Crabs with pinchers, just like you.

Chorus:
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.
He’s a hater; he’s a hater, though.

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