Just For The Fuck Of It

by **Atone** » Dec 11th, '10, 08:30

Fuck you for hatin me you think it's devistatin- you aint breakin my heart
i'm creatin my art- elevatin with spark, spittin insanity making you shake in the dark
don't like me cuz i aint writin a catchy hook, got you shook, go an jam to ya bullshit
that aint hip hop you hearin take a look- them act's lookin foolish
Soulja Boy just another has-been was rocked by them school kids
never should of been- look what could of been
if i wrote a song to make ya booty shake i wonder what i would of been
would i be one of them you brag about draggin out what each tracks about?
or the next thing you laugh and make cracks about? fuck ya trash i'm out
i'm on my next level shit lookin devilish with a flow i could forever rip
writin some lines ya minds may never get
while you pump ya dre beats- headphones full of lil B and call him a clever kid
am i not *complex* enough for you to *vibe* with me?
Jekil comin thru the vocals with some Hyde inside of me
if i end up on your favorite magizne will ya suddenly ride with me?
go up on your Message board, start a thread about this slick cat
"check out this new jekil rap, dude know how to make them sick tracks"
i don't care if you ever play me, get back- let me spit so you can get cracked
with that- shit you wanna be apart of- like break me off some of that kit-kat
when i drop a bar but you aint rapin my name i aint ya jail bait
i aint worried if you stale- hate- i aint worried about a success or fate rate
i aint here for ya kids to love me, judge me, ya girl to fuck me
i want her to see me ugly, never touch me, she couldn't get lucky
and if i ever get a deal, i aint makin music about why wheels
i aint makin music about how i hustle and steel
iaint goin out to the club- i'm just sayin what i feel
i aint tryin to rap with wayne, i aint tryin to put candy in ya ears
never hear me rock with Drake, he's so fake, i'm just tryin to be real
and why you bumpin somethin you should be dumpin cuz he's a punk and he's just got you jumpin
he aint nothin he just bluffin actin rough and why he got ya sp-eakers thumpin?
turn that radio off, 97 six fm aint shit, keep ya ears to the streets if ya wanna hear somethin
50 got that money, Jay got that dough, but that boy Tech got that flow he really crunk with it
fuck them rappers after all that green, what about them cats goin off just for the fuck of it