Too Phat - Where My Love At? lyrics

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Too Phat - Where My Love At? lyrics

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? Verse 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 (Chorus) (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 s**ers 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 s**ers are mad because I'm all that Yo' blast the track where you ball at? Verse 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 s** 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?! (Chorus) Verse 3 (Malique) I got emotions to let out, impossible intwo verses 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 p**n 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, k** the bullish and all that And realize that deep in your heart that's where my love at'. (Chorus)