The Hatred Songtext
von Chubb Rock

Uh, the hatred
In my heart and soul, the hatred
Everyone has the hatred
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Extremities excite pulses
And in turn, different entities won′t break bread
Or split the peas within the soup
The mixture of several racial groups
Minority troops flavor the broth of the Wall Street suits
Armani or maybe Versace

Monetary gain can't stop the
White House frolics, judicial alcoholics
Cover up versions, death in the Persian
Now a right angle equals eighty degrees
The Haitians brought the AIDS disease
Negative, the scapegoat becomes a raging rhinoceros


Bush is steady watching us
How can we kill the Asiatic crew, ah
Develop a harsh addictive brew
Flood the neighborhood and let their leaders debate it
Part one of the hatred

Uh, the hatred
Everyone has the hatred
Political hatred
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

The sequel, the birth of many Uncle Toms
I myself, I can′t stay calm
I shake and prance and hearse rest in Bedford-Stuy
Stool and sheets at Bay, move the strong ally
But myself in a self, breaks north
And like Moses, I'm judged by the cloth
Of my heritage, who will bring forth the people
In all people there lies that certain evil
The enemy within spreads to the next of kin
The baby's no longer cute, here comes David Duke

Bring a hawk and with the wound sprinkle salt
To the black locked up in a St. Ides fort
Birth of the progress, the agony, the pain
Put down the brew, have a brain
The freedom ice is thin and we′re the first ones to skate


Then comes the real hate

The hatred
Everyone has the hatred
Black on black hatred
Light skin, dark skin hatred

Why should you hate me, what have I done?
We all have eight fingers and two thumbs
To feel the oppression, so every studio session

I try to kick a positive lesson
U.S. cover-ups are neat like Tony Randall
Brotherly love is melting like a candle
Humanity without human beings
They even said Chubb was against Koreans
I just wanted to state the facts, heh
It seems no one is against blacks

Uh, what should we do, should we run?
Uh, if we run, dis a come dem mad, so
Don′t you know dem mad, so
Don't you know that they scared of the dark so
And the dark soul gonna rule the land, so
So you know that dem mad, so
And dis style developed by Shabba Ranks, so
And with dis I′d like to say thanks, so
To the temperament of the strength of Ms. Parks
War and we spark the hatred

Uh, the hatred
Uh, the hatred
You know what I'm sayin′?

I just want to give this record out to my homeboy Kirk Cole
Who stood by my side all this time through the struggle
You know what I'm sayin′?
Peace to all the positive brothers out there
That's tryin' to kick a positive lesson out there
You know what I′m sayin′?
Chubb Rock here sayin'
P-E-A-C-E and I′m out