Illy - Say It To Me lyrics

You ain't got nothing on these moves
You're two left feet
Years since I've been beat
You can suck 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 fuckers
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
"You wanna hate me then hate me"
"When you on top there's-there's envy"
"Well, fuck 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"

I made the music I wanted
Gave a fuck 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 fucking awesome
Grand prix of sick
But don't take my word for shit
Just peep the gigs
Fuck what you think, don't matter
Watch what I did you can't win, and still
Wanna talk shit? Fine, but say it to me
"You wanna hate me then hate me"
"When you on top there's-there's envy"
"Well, fuck 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"

Now, I've been struck off as simple
When judged off my singles
By boys who ain't finished popping pimples
Fucking 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 shit that I'd fight back to
Like that shit'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 kill '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
"You wanna hate me then hate me"
"When you on top there's-there's envy"
"Well, fuck 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, fuck 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"