[Chorus (X2)] Break it down (down down down down…) Gotta get up (get up), say what Get up (get up), say what
Now may I kick a flow for y’all That’s slow and raw For niggas who thinking the west coast fell off But first, I’d like to give a little toast to all Who’s souls was lost up in the rap flows in all (gee) Back to my original topic Fuck the bullshit you should be getting with Hopsin On that real rap shit man forget the imposters Y’all destroyed hip hop (good) Mission accomplished Now I’mma make them regret this shit Bringing back all the elements Making these fellas swell up And tell them that fucking hell is hit I got to focus though And come down on all my zoning's yo Because I’m prone to blow And destroy all my lyric chromosomes I told you folks that it’s over So go and roll up your soldiers And be out this bitch like hocus pocus I’m so ferocious I had the potion but no one noticed And now I’m about to blow up even bigger than my nose is
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I’d like to bust another verse if I may The mess I made, make rappers want to catch my fade I’m just not sane, all y’all affect my brain So don’t be running up trying to put me in headlocks mayne It’s like I pin em like a poster, get em and just roast em When it comes to this verbal abuses, do not approach him I toast em, bury them in an oasis Then write a book about it like OJ did (stupid stupid) I’m that new nigga all the kids gonna look up to With a middle finger in the sky screaming “Fuck school” You don’t want your child bumping Hop? Nigga fuck you Who’s a better dad? You or me? Let your son choose Girl, why you acting so passionate? You smiling at me like I was attracted to fat women Shit, go dance your ass up in the cut with your big butt Come to think about it, never mind I could use a nut
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Still the same nigga, still using fruity loops Play this shit up in the club, watch what her booty do I ain’t got to fuck with all the high tech shit I keep the kitchen grimy cooking up my next hit I guess it’s how I was raised, and now I get paid To go and write some bullshit a couple hours a day I just pop a tune on and the music will move me My message is deeper than this shit if you listen closely Yo, I got a habit for smashing faggots In fact I’m a dashing rapping savage Assassin who has a passion To just see 'em, read 'em, eat em Beat em, flee em then feed em to muselina I seem to be the most heated speaker I’ll defeat your leader Freak your diva then freaking leave her Hopsin, he a demon Y’all knowing he a beast (what!) How the fuck am I supposed to act? The west coast is back!
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