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hopsin - hop is back lyrics
[hook]
your bullsh-t come off of that
someone tell these motherf-ckers that hop is back!
i got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it
now i’m ready to f-ck the game up, n-gg-
they can get it (they can get it)
you can get it (you can get it)
y’all can get it (it really doesn’t matter n-gg-)
[verse 1]
the dark knight’s in this b-tch without the mask and cape
i’m acting ape sh-t, f-ggot, embrace it. i just got validation
on my -ss whooping ticket, i’m that amazing, it’s my mad invasion
of smashing brains in, my f-cking pen and pad was anxious
all these haters who mad and be nagging at me
i flip their -ss off like an acrobat on a trapeze
and i’ll be lashing back like a (shank attack?) on these rap beats
you thought that i was done with completely being an -ss? please
don’t think you raw just cause you got success
i’ll uppercut your -ss so many times you look like you was nodding yes
i’m the only child that my mom regrets, probably best
that you don’t buy my alb-m, save your money yo do not invest
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[verse 2]
i consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival
and have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin’ high notes
it’s sick and spiteful, 2 pac’s twisted grim disciple
i been this nice yo way before michael had vitiligo
my ex girl heart is so bruised and burned
begging me to quit rap, but i’m just not ready to let it loose for her
am i hopsin or am i lucifer?
i didn’t blow ’till i started talking a gang of sh-t, tell me who you prefer
n-gg-, you ain’t ill in the booth
i’d die and do my next show as a hologram and still be realer than you
i’m the sh-t like i slithered in poo
i’m sicker than sticking my freaking d-ck
inside of a b-tch’s syphilis cooch
it’s knock mad
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[verse 3]
i’ve got a problem, yo – i was ecstatic to buy yeezus
but i burned it first – heard it and snapped it in 5 pieces
man, kanye on that bullsh-t!
that’s why the paparazzi made that n-gg-
hit his f-ckin’ head, that’s what that fool get
you think you god now, you half–ssin’ little rap f-ggot b-tch?
perhaps you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident
but most importantly, hip-hop isn’t dead no more, you see
’cause kendrick took the bar then raised it up higher for emcees
unfortunately, the little n-gg-‘s like 4′ 3″
the guy’s a f-ckin’ midget, his high is still really short to me
f-ck it when my pencil breaks
my mental state tells me if you hand me your sh-t
i toss your demo tape
“hop if your not spreading love then why do you even write music?”
cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you b-tch
am i supposed to coat it up? am i not allowed to open up?
i spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up
busting like south central drive byes
support the guy with white eyes
but n-gg- don’t ride my d-ck when i’m on that high rise
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