B-WALK & HATA 1

B-WALK & HATA 1

BandHip Hop

Dissimilar Real hip-Hop, a breath of fresh air for this dying art form !

Biography

Hata 1 and B-Walk, the future of Hip-Hop. This art form of poetry has been tarnished by the ignorant mindest of today's times. They return to the basics by covering orginal topics and nontheless good music.

Hata 1 is from Montreal, Canada. At an early age he discovered he inherited his fathers talent of poetry. In 2001 he founded HATE U RECORDS alongside TH3RD, his childhood friends and, also music producers .

B-Walk's path has been full of trials and tribulation. Being a white rapper in a dominantly black industry, has been no easy task. After numerous emcee battles and mediocre demos, B-Walk ran into TH3RD while attending school in Miami. A solid production camp was the answer to his prayers. Only a short meeting was required for Hata 1 to recruit B-Walk.

B-Walk is currently an active performer in the North Carolina area. Hata 1 is currently working on a french album, to be release on the french market, and when is avaible joins B-Walk on the road.

Lyrics

MERE MORTALS

Written By: HATA 1 / B-WALK

Hate you ! (4x)

(B-WALK)
I walk in the fear of god, and no man,
You can talk but I hear you not, you ain’t him,
So I hawk like I’m from the hot, if I die,
Then you sendin me straight to god, its my time,
I don’t go blind, know my lord is there,
You messing with a man who’s straight and don’t care,
I flow real sick, like I rawed a trick,
And I’ma hit away from sellin diamondized discs,
Falisize this, mic down your throat,
We don’t play games and we grown, so you choke,
We don’t say names, we don’t start but we end,
I gotta new blade, with a switch on a hinge,
gotta new plan and it starts with a track,
Laced with some coke, so you keep comin back,
And you ain’t never shut me up, that ain’t your place,
That’s for god when I see him at the gates, I’m straight

CHORUS 2x
(Hand 2da sky never know when we die/
must we survive were to close divide/
here for the ride hitchhike till we live/
Hate u! Hate u! Yea ! on a flip side)

(HATA 1)
I never think twice when I can/
thoughts in a van certainty is at hand/
arrest da bluff we simle at da judge/
ignorance ban falseness ina pan/
egg on my plot halloween is it up/
climax for rocks we'll c where it cuz/
betray da b in becuz is not/
confess for swear palms up 2da tuck/
rhythm is detector lies they erupt/
death is upon us no changin it up/
switch play prevent defense b the hand/
finger is kicker so punt for the rush/
touchdown blush when we down n crush/
art imitate life for the rest of the night/
good as duplicate edge of a knife/
butter memories that were palm by the hand/

CHORUS 2x

(B-WALK)
When the night's getting dark i lay myself to sleep
and take a look into the sky, and I pray that he, Does got a plan, so I stand by myself and wait,
For a sign from my god to this welter weight, to say,
Get these ones off your back,
Who ain’t helping you out, man they becoming a drag,
If they all on your tip, they becomin a tag,
Cause they leave when your broke, then your rich and they back

(HATA 1)
Compadres always pretend wit minor sins/
then play invisible like oxygen/
breathe in breathe out got you stabbed again/
destiny can't wait jealousy is the bait/
and you bit real hard metamorphe your weight/
it's impossible to orchestrate death's reaction/
supply core base with an honest passion/
hopefully mercy be your assassin/

CHORUS 2x
(Hand 2da sky never know when we die/
must we survive were to close divide/
here for the ride hitchhike till we live/
Hate u! Hate u! Yea ! on a flip side)

LIVE NOW

Written By: HATA 1 / B-WALK

CHORUS 2x
(For da ups and the downs, we live now/
For whites and the brown, we settle down/
For the things ina ground, we heaven bound/
For what goes around is not always around)

(HATA 1)
I try to concentrate I apply sea section/
I Know I irritate hairs on a king gong/
yes I nominate myself 4 candidate/
not the voting poll was born 2 tell truth/
control the population wit tie and a suit/
tears console what seems 2b lost with truth/
this lullaby sleep 2 it up in the nude/
Improved interlude stretch out 2 feed a zoo/
so bring da animals we are ready for da troops/
there work is pet food ours is recession/
lesson are valuables rich in grain couscous/
the earth is skin of zebra, gossip is 1st peeper/
conscious 1st preacher, money the 1st keeper/
Evictions are a notice I'm gettin brain loaded/
packing material camouflage a fist full/
and my chorus escape way b4 I'm demoted/

CHORUS 2x

(B-WALK)
Suicidal is a synonym for idle,
If I sit around I’m losin everything except my title,
And whats a title if it don’t mean a thing,
It’s like an insecure girl who gone buy herself a wedding ring,
Theres no point, so I gotta get to sharpenin my mind,
Then the points makin holes every single line,
And make it known that I fail one time,
I’ma pick another route rearrange till I’m getting mine

(HATA 1)
Targets r sesame runnin 2 the embassy/
hatred is currency government is
enemy/
is the reality for some was it meant to be/
tears inevitable even discrepencies/
so politic with gifted is like a chimpanzee/
monkey to elephant skipping off the elements/
humans are way behind falling back to nourishment/
but coincidence pointing out intelligence/

CHORUS 2x

(B-WALK)
Damn fool, when it comes to the rappin,
Cause i’ll be actin to nice and that’s the moment it happens,
I gotta back stabber with a smile on his face,
Look me in my eyes, deceit is sly like a snake,
It’s a waste of my time, you cross me once,
Then learn your lesson cause I ain’t about squash to the session,
I ain’t about to give a single person my blessin,
If they ain’t around when I’m hurt and feelin the pressure,
And dealin with pressure is like planning a fight,
If you do it again you getting picked like you kyle wright,
You actin like a felon out on parole,
Who’s gonna hit the same spot, before he even gets home,
Repeat the cycle its gone happen again,
Its like you never learn a thing you just trapped in a spin,
I try and learn from mistakes because I earned the mistakes,
Like a map that’ll guide me I from the depth of the trap, man I’m
back

CHORUS 2x

(For da ups and the downs, we live now/
For whites and the brown, we settle down/
For the things ina ground, we heaven bound/
For what goes around is not always around)

DARKNESS/LIGHT

Written By: HATA 1/ B-WALK

CHORUS
(One u never seen da darkness/
To the light when u heartless den all its gone/
three strikes righteous hopes of a swan/
for the nightmares that we bring when its on/)

(HATA 1)
Understand how I cant be a kickstand/
undertstand CO of my clan/
underhand how we serve each person/
HATE U is da work 2 a servant/ jingle bell 2da tree dat will never tell/
resume verses melody is seatbelt/
contraband in the vision dat we felt/
wise help is da fear of a dead man/ so live long live bright be a pecan/
learn 2 migrate learn defy space/
dehydrate ignore mr.peter pan/
fary tale to legend is da new trend/
doesn't exist in a world of realist/
peace wit 2 fingers to hand is worthless/
unless a purpose to motivate thee/
which unite brain cells receive plan/

CHORUS

(B-WALK)
Yo I’m too old for the fakeness,
Stuck in raps basement, wonderin how am I gonna shake this,
I hate this, I only hear when I’m drunk,
Or when I light the far end of a blunt, then I become,
Alive for the first time, look into my eyes,
B to the W, HATA we on the rise,
The drugs and the liquor, just a temporary pick up,
To get me through the times where I thought about a stick up,
I’m a hit away from a seat next to jay,
A chair next to nas and a stairway to dre,
Till then I’m brown baggin it, with my pants saggin,
Air force ones to get this hit crackin,
Me, losin my edge, dawg it ain’t happenin,
You gotta better chance dennis byrd starts tacklin,
And the word is heard, we ain’t backing in,
Two step with a forty and a

CHORUS

(B-WALK)
The ghost rider is here and I ain’t slowin down,
Until my car ain’t the only 01 in town,
Until my lugz don’t remind me of Seal's face,
Until my chains just real not real fake,
This is sealed fate, it’s the beginning of the end,
Break it down start it over again,
And make it sound like hova again in 96,
album out if its 9 songs then its 9 hits

(HATA 1)
Rub da wrong way confidence mayday/
born depression is made my 3rd lesson/
lonely proffesion is made by my stretching/
hanging my head like hangman we steppin/
into vocabulary no need for burn weapons/
what is the love proceed to point reference/
where is birthplace count beyond eleven/
mathematic move u will receive heaven/

CHORUS

Discography

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