Where My Love At? Songtext
von Too Phat
Where My Love At? Songtext
I′m not superman, I don't claim to be
(Yeah, this is for all the real hip hop haters out there)
I′m not
I'm not superman
Where my love at?
I'm not superman
Where my love at?
Where my love at?
1 (Malique)
Listen′
It′s been like one fourth of a score and I aint glad at all
Cause I been facin' more bull than a matador
And ever since the success of Plan B
Alotta people think it′s been candy, sweet and dandy
It can be, minus all the envy
And all these underground cats wanna slam me
Yeah I admit I been quiet, but uck that I'm tired
You got beef? I′ll fry it, now which mother lover wanna try it?
My silence's an act of charity and now unmerrily
I′m forced to stoop down to your mentality
Battle rap was an excuse phrase, you 'bout to lose face
The whole sing sing thing was a loose case
Sing sing's a pen, short for penitentiary
SG is Singapore, and Singapore is family
So tell Kuza, witch you′s a loser
And if I see her face at my show again I′ll bruise her
Duality of Styles' diss track was garbage
Illustrait, garbage, Souljah Boo, fat garbage
And praise the lord the mentions are kept minimal
And when I diss I say names, buck bein′ subliminal
You asked for my autograph, memorized my recitals
Well last year you groupies and now you punk rivals?
Please'
Illegitimate beef is suicidal
I still hold the title and I′m still your freakin' idol
(Where my love at?)
Now where my love at?
I′m askin' young cats and all that
If I aint phat now what you call that?
(Where my love at?)
Alotta suckers are mad because I'm all that
Yo′ blast the track where you ball at?
(Where my love at?)
Now where my love at?
I′m askin' young cats and all that
If I aint phat now what you call that?
(Where my love at?)
Alotta suckers are mad because I′m all that
Yo' blast the track where you ball at?
2 (Malique)
Alotta people love us but even some hate
And the feeling when you dealin′ wit' dumb hatred′s ungreat
Five years, I met all kinds of people
Some minds are simple, some kinds just grind your temple
Critics can suck my didick I'm sick wit' it
Anonymous diss and say another kid did it
Word is, since in the limelight, Malique can′t rhyme right
But uck that, this rhyme′s tight mate, now am I right?
Or am I right? The uck I do with my life is my right
Well everybody sins, why mine's the highlight?
Now reporters stay nosey, gossip and rumors
Life is made humor, sicker than brain tumor
Friends turn to snitchers, jelly duns is vicious
Try to set me up by hookin′ me up wit' witches
Now even Joe thinks I′m paranoid cause I got this odd
Sense of danger every 40 yards so I roll wit' bodyguards
I swear to God if it wasn′t for the cream
I've quit cause I've had and done enuff for the scene
Promote the 4 elements, key show performin′
Foreign land tourin′, now doin' a song wit′ Warren
Kids is stormin', bum rushin′ pack shows
But respect from the scene aint had tho
Now all fingers up, not one, yeah I would love that
Askin' hip hop heads, now where my love at?!
3 (Malique)
I got emotions to let out, impossible intwos
So here′s a third one, pardon the curses
First is first, Imma make clear and state here
That I aint start ish and won't stop until your eighth tear
Diss until your mates cheer, it's retaliation
The price you pay, for thinkin′ I′ve eternal patience
After squashin' beef wit′ Ammo, I thought it'll be like no problemo
Until I heard kiddies who dissin′ on the demos
Not just that, go on the Net, Phat Fam dissed by Bobby
Little sick kid who surfs porn as a hobby
14 and racist, in real life Phlowtron will stomp you on a daily basis
Alotta Internet nerds think they wildin'
Keystyin′ aint freestylin'
No timin', no hooks, no production, no beats, pal
I rather write dope lyrics than come up wit′ wack freestyles
I write songs good hearts listen, the rest start dissin′
Wit' stanky rhymes I call em′ farticians
Yeah I only mentioned few from the name list
Your overnight trick of getting' famous is the lamest
Diss the best, he diss you back, you get known
That′s obsolete witch work the throne on your own
But until that day comes, kill the bullish and all that
And realize that deep in your heart that's where my love at′.
(Yeah, this is for all the real hip hop haters out there)
I′m not
I'm not superman
Where my love at?
I'm not superman
Where my love at?
Where my love at?
1 (Malique)
Listen′
It′s been like one fourth of a score and I aint glad at all
Cause I been facin' more bull than a matador
And ever since the success of Plan B
Alotta people think it′s been candy, sweet and dandy
It can be, minus all the envy
And all these underground cats wanna slam me
Yeah I admit I been quiet, but uck that I'm tired
You got beef? I′ll fry it, now which mother lover wanna try it?
My silence's an act of charity and now unmerrily
I′m forced to stoop down to your mentality
Battle rap was an excuse phrase, you 'bout to lose face
The whole sing sing thing was a loose case
Sing sing's a pen, short for penitentiary
SG is Singapore, and Singapore is family
So tell Kuza, witch you′s a loser
And if I see her face at my show again I′ll bruise her
Duality of Styles' diss track was garbage
Illustrait, garbage, Souljah Boo, fat garbage
And praise the lord the mentions are kept minimal
And when I diss I say names, buck bein′ subliminal
You asked for my autograph, memorized my recitals
Well last year you groupies and now you punk rivals?
Please'
Illegitimate beef is suicidal
I still hold the title and I′m still your freakin' idol
(Where my love at?)
Now where my love at?
I′m askin' young cats and all that
If I aint phat now what you call that?
(Where my love at?)
Alotta suckers are mad because I'm all that
Yo′ blast the track where you ball at?
(Where my love at?)
Now where my love at?
I′m askin' young cats and all that
If I aint phat now what you call that?
(Where my love at?)
Alotta suckers are mad because I′m all that
Yo' blast the track where you ball at?
2 (Malique)
Alotta people love us but even some hate
And the feeling when you dealin′ wit' dumb hatred′s ungreat
Five years, I met all kinds of people
Some minds are simple, some kinds just grind your temple
Critics can suck my didick I'm sick wit' it
Anonymous diss and say another kid did it
Word is, since in the limelight, Malique can′t rhyme right
But uck that, this rhyme′s tight mate, now am I right?
Or am I right? The uck I do with my life is my right
Well everybody sins, why mine's the highlight?
Now reporters stay nosey, gossip and rumors
Life is made humor, sicker than brain tumor
Friends turn to snitchers, jelly duns is vicious
Try to set me up by hookin′ me up wit' witches
Now even Joe thinks I′m paranoid cause I got this odd
Sense of danger every 40 yards so I roll wit' bodyguards
I swear to God if it wasn′t for the cream
I've quit cause I've had and done enuff for the scene
Promote the 4 elements, key show performin′
Foreign land tourin′, now doin' a song wit′ Warren
Kids is stormin', bum rushin′ pack shows
But respect from the scene aint had tho
Now all fingers up, not one, yeah I would love that
Askin' hip hop heads, now where my love at?!
3 (Malique)
I got emotions to let out, impossible intwos
So here′s a third one, pardon the curses
First is first, Imma make clear and state here
That I aint start ish and won't stop until your eighth tear
Diss until your mates cheer, it's retaliation
The price you pay, for thinkin′ I′ve eternal patience
After squashin' beef wit′ Ammo, I thought it'll be like no problemo
Until I heard kiddies who dissin′ on the demos
Not just that, go on the Net, Phat Fam dissed by Bobby
Little sick kid who surfs porn as a hobby
14 and racist, in real life Phlowtron will stomp you on a daily basis
Alotta Internet nerds think they wildin'
Keystyin′ aint freestylin'
No timin', no hooks, no production, no beats, pal
I rather write dope lyrics than come up wit′ wack freestyles
I write songs good hearts listen, the rest start dissin′
Wit' stanky rhymes I call em′ farticians
Yeah I only mentioned few from the name list
Your overnight trick of getting' famous is the lamest
Diss the best, he diss you back, you get known
That′s obsolete witch work the throne on your own
But until that day comes, kill the bullish and all that
And realize that deep in your heart that's where my love at′.
Writer(s): Cairel Adrin Bin Ibrahim, Damian Seet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
