Lyrics Keep Hatin' - Shylock

Do you know what it takes to even pick up a pen?
To sit and record the thoughts that overflow in your head
All of your deepest and twisted, personal, innermost secrets
Then to say it out loud and then maybe even repeat it
Talking about all the times that you've been mistreated
Embarrassed, abused, confused, and emotionally beaten
And bruised, 'til you excuse yourself to hide all your feelings
Not knowing someday you'd have the urge to reveal 'em
It's not as easy as it sounds
Trust me, I know
I've been writing almost 10 years and nobody knows
To extend to the public a private piece of your soul
In hopes that this accomplishment will help you to grow
But that depends how it goes
Well, it depends who you show
There's a lotta people out there who
Just want you to know
That you suck and you should give up
They're just trying to help
But I think that they just need
To do some writing themselves

So keep hatin'
Yeah, one day you might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
And then finally you feel ashamed

So keep hatin'
Yeah, one day you might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
And then finally you feel ashamed

Not anyone can write a poem
It's like speaking another language
That you only learn by living
With years of pain and anguish
It's a skill you have to earn
Called 'the art of being anxious'
Cuz it burns you like a Phoenix 'til you rise up from the ashes
I haven't eaten for days
Why do you think they call it 'starving artist'?
Cuz you're sick to your stomach until your art has been processed
Until you're properly expressed you feel constantly nauseous
Then as soon as you put it out you gotta deal with the nonsense
Of haters taking cheap shots, they think they're so clever
Think unraveling me will help you pull yourself together?
Like bringing me down will help to get you elevated
While you just skate by in life, your life is just being wasted
And all I have to do is just sit back and picture your face
And rhymes just start to flow 'til I'm spitting all over the place
I tear it down until I build myself back up 'til I say
I really needed that and now I'm feeling okay

So keep hatin'
Yeah, one day you might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
And then finally you feel ashamed

So keep hatin'
Yeah, one day you might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
And then finally you feel ashamed

So keep hatin' cheap skate
I'll keep this as a keep sake
So I can play it anytime
I'm feeling my spirits break
And remind myself why
I do this in the first place
To try to find some comfort
In this uncomfortable space
And then remember how it takes
Taking a risk to be brave
Then feel the instant reward
That's always being repaid
No longer a slave to my emotions
Now my emotions are slaves
Cuz I'm whipping them back into place
While they're digging your grave
And I could write one for you
So you better watch what you say
I got people hatin' on me almost everyday
And I'll eventually get you
No matter how long it takes
It's not the thrill of the kill
It's the hunt and the chase
And it'd be nice to get noticed
But I don't need to be famous
If I just pace myself then maybe
I won't feel the need to chase it
But I still gotta race
Because it runs in my veins
Just know that it's not if you win or lose
It's how you play the game

So keep hatin'
Yeah, one day you might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
And then finally you feel ashamed

So keep hatin'
Yeah, one day you might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
And then finally you feel ashamed

To be hatin'