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You got to get up 
If you wanna 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 ya'll 
 
but I hate phony ass people 
and I hate having no dro 
and I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don't be havin 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 feelin twista and prodigy rockin' music party music control 
 
You've got to get up 
If you wanna get off 
 
Keep your eyes open... so I can stop you from blinkin 
Make you feel... try to see what you're thinkin 
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 fuckin' 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