[Hook] The fiends are knocking at my door Should I give them what they're asking for? They want it (want it), need it (need it), have it (have it) Woah, (Yeah) Knock Madness So what the fuck yall need from me I'm here to make these fiends believe They want it (want it), need it (need it), gotta have it (have it) Woah, (Yeah) Knock Madness
[Verse 1: Hopsin] Yeah, I promised you niggas an album You've been patiently waitin now the day is finally present I took my time with this shit I put my mind into every line Cause when it's out I ain't tryna regret it Niggas get overhyped and all they hits go stale Because they shit don't sell Now that's a big old fail But the punch is a lot harder when you clip your nails Niggas, how you expect to drive when you ain't get your L's? You was the next big thing while I was last You was poppin tags while I was mad Chillin in my pad with my rhyming pad Tryna record with no door so I hear my mom and dad Arguin upstairs so I gotta wait til the drama pass Cause my mic be picking that shit up But I ain't wanna give up I'd exhale fast even if I did suck You want the madness then come and get some I'm takin the cake And all that's left for y'all is the pieces I bit from See I ain't buddy-buddy with rappers because that shit is fake Most of y'all morals is fucked up, we on a different page You get no props just cause you getting paid If you garbage we ain't doing business, point blank, I discriminate And I don't do no bullshit collabs to get my name poppin That ain't even considered the safe option That just ain't Hopsin, I paid homage, now I'm straight wildin Now turn this shit up while the bass knockin Now c'mon
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[Verse 2: Hopsin] And I be gettin comments like "Hop, what's the hold up with your new shit man? You be taking forever son Yo I'mma stop waiting, I'm getting my hopes up With your work ethic it ain't gon' ever come You had the XXL cover in 2012 And I thought you would soon prevail But homie, you ain't doing well You hit us with that Ill Mind shit and that was cool as hell But when it comes to your album, you ain't ever got no news to tell Your whole career is just a train wreck You toured around the world for 3 years But you always performed the same set I been asked you to come to my city But you ain't came yet I guess you ain't in it for love You just want that pay check If I was you, then I wouldn't be too proud You signed Dizzy not too long ago and he's bigger than you now You said you saving hip hop Well save this shit And all I hear is wack niggas And I hate this shit Homie I stopped being a scrub because of you I stopped playin these bitches in the club and fell in love because of you My dad heard your song and he stopped doin drugs because of you I learned to rap and even built a little buzz because of you But you take it for granted thinking you have it made Sittin back in the shade Hopsin, there's people that you have to save This is beyond music You speak life into these motherfuckers Hop, you have a gift, so when you gon use it?" Damn, I have that much of an impact? My rhymes did that? Sometimes, I really feel my shit's wack That's why I kick back But fuck this shit, yo where my pen at? I'm about to kill this shit and make niggas just wanna quit rap I'm causing havoc Layin the rappers like a hammock If I want the fucking planet, I can have it Now try to snatch it Only God can stop my violent habits You niggas average I ain't even in my prime and still I'm twice the savage C'mon
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