Trials - Say It To Me lyrics

[Verse 1:] You ain't got nothing on these moves, you're two left feet Years since I've been beat, you can s** it through your teeth loose We beat the beat until it's blue, black and beetroot Leave it to bleed through, please, no need you Can miss me with the critics and reviews From peeps who couldn't move a couple feet in my shoes Dismiss me f**ers, but there's one thing to claim Not so easy to prove, how would you reach your conclusion Without leaping to them, so peace then I'm keeping out it, deep in the beats, yeah we shoe ins Nothing new, spit it to me, I've copped it for all From my lyrics to finishing uni. And dissing didn't move me Whether from another continent, interstate Or in your face, still hit the stage not a minute late Still, any given day, haters gonna hate So let my work rate vindicate. And, if it ain't, then say it to me [Hook: Samples] "You wanna hate me then hate me" "When you on top there's-there's envy" "Well, f** it, I ain't budging" "Get at me if you want more" "You wanna hate me then hate me" "The critics are blasting me" "You know the type, loud as motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight" [Verse 2:] I made the music I wanted, gave a f** who's watching Wound up on a route, just a couple of dudes trodding Sudden move such as it doesn't prove often The outcome's left me with one of two options Either fight everyone who targets me. Or Move forward, accepting you can't win 'em all When success breeds hate, the bigger you are man Harder you fall, that's just par for the course So I took the latter, climbed the ladder Got a foothold in the crack of a door Footprints on their arse crack to match with their jaw They cooked and battered, me bringing it raw Bringing a tour de force of f**ing awesome, grand prix of sick But don't take my word for sh**, just peep the gigs f** what you think, don't matter, watch what I did You can't win, and still wanna talk sh**? Fine, but say it to me [Hook: Samples] "You wanna hate me then hate me" "When you on top there's-there's envy" "Well, f** it, I ain't budging" "Get at me if you want more" "You wanna hate me then hate me" "The critics are blasting me" "You know the type, loud as motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight" [Verse 3:] Now, I've been struck off as simple when judged off my singles By boys who ain't finished popping pimples f**ing with the botox flow dog, check your bifocals Rub your lenses, it's no wrinkles Iron smooth, I improved Y'all impaired, try, lose Like that's news, like that's sh** that I'd fight back to Like that sh**'s gonna light the fuse, mmm, nah Took near a decade to find my voice And six months more to be a target, so go on fire up boys Stay mad, unheard and unsigned by choice Yeah right "by choice" It is what it is, I remember old heads said "Son k** 'em all, then quit when ahead or get done" But I'll never quit and God willing never slump once But, if that day ever does come, I just ask that you say it to me [Hook: Samples] "You wanna hate me then hate me" "When you on top there's-there's envy" "Well, f** it, I ain't budging" "Get at me if you want more" "You wanna hate me then hate me" "The critics are blasting me" "You know the type, loud as motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight" "You wanna hate me then hate me" "When you on top there's-there's envy" "Well, f** it, I ain't budging" "Get at me if you want more" "You wanna hate me then hate me" "The critics are blasting me" "You know the type, loud as motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight"