Bring Me More Hate - Struggle da Preacher

No matter what i gonna do they gonna hate, it’s clear as day

This hate ain’t bring no hate, it motivates

I put my bread in it, you ask how much i make

You dunno nothing about respect

What i’m doing for good, you do for food

You ain’t give a fuck about art, you worry about your loot

One season stars, selling out styles

In order to sound proper to the mainstream standards

I am tired of this

I know how much you motherfuckaz wanna put me down on knees

I ain’t light no spliffs just to feel better

I keep learning to increase my grey matter

Im my own trendsetter thats my credo

You ain’t need no fashion magazines in ghetto

Only hate is here and there

It either kill you now or make you shine bit later

Take me down to the memory lane

Bring me more hate, this is my food

I don’t feel no pain, cuz i

Do whatever it takes to make it happen

Doesn’t matter if you hating on me, you respect me

I preach, i struggle

In this motherfuckin game i’m a mogul

Bring me more hate, bring me more hate

You are a part in makes of a legend

1, 2, 3 to the 4

Flashback to '04, life is awful

Nevertheless i knew i had to move forward

My determination was my greatest award

And i dropped my video, nobody had it back then

I was the first rapper in my hometown, and

In 2005 dropped my first CD

Working with dudes overseas

I represented small town in R-U-S-S-I-A

But instead of love they showed me just hate, but i

Took it to another level just all by myself

Now i got them heavyweights (WHO ARE THEY)

You already know Young Noble Outlaw

Yukmouth, Bizarre D12, you want some more?

Be on the lookout cuz i’m coming hot

There is no any motherfucka who would ever stop me