I'm the rap maniac with the hooligan eyes Who's cooler than I? whack niggas move it aside When you heard I was a big deal you were surprised West coast bitch, put ya w's in the sky I spent my days as a refugee Till the rap game came to rescue me And left my wrist paved in accessories A dangerous necessity, I came here to wreck mc's You're wrong if you thinkin' Wayne was the recipe Nah, he ain't worthy of that, the controversy is back Get off the kool aid stir me a batch See I prefer to relax, but I can't and God knows it Gotta stay raw with the flow that I'm diagnosed with Oh shit, niggas keep fuckin' with my emotions Maybe that's the reason that I suffer from psychosis Shocking as high voltage, fuck it, my life's hopeless So I had to make sure I killed it when I wrote this
[Hook] Hop can probably make them bounce Hop can probably make them bounce Like a trampoline Hop can probably make them bounce Hop can probably make them bounce Like a trampoline Hop can probably make them bounce Hop can probably make them bounce Like a trampoline Hop can probably make them bounce Hop can probably make them bounce Like a trampoline
[Verse 2: Hopsin]
Bounce like a trampoline, thousands that's amped as me Kids run up on your school campus slap a dean I grew up on baggy jeans, pornographic nasty dreams Moral of my damn story life, isn't a happy scene Wish I was stackin' cream, wish I had a Lamborghin' Wish I had the cover on a Rolling Stones magazine I'm sick of the radio playin' all these faggot teens Keep it real, show me somethin' ill that I haven't seen For ten years I've been workin' on ill flows And finally got a fuckin' record deal and I'm still broke Man that's not common, bombs that I'm droppin' Are dope, but all that I can afford is some top Ramen I notice that ya'll niggas like to dumb the stats I should stomp your ass out until your lungs collapse No more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that It's a rap, keep it up and get your tongue detachedn Come on
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[Verse 3: Hopsin]
I'm the last of a dyin' breed, Hip-Hop lacks a variety That's the reason I thrash on society I get laughed at when I clash with a robbery Until they feel the wrath when I smash on their dynasty But I ain't Hollywood, I'm still the same kid Up on the same shit, rappin' in the basement Catch me at your local school, skatin', bustin' trey flips Left shoe lace ripped, you know how them days get Listen while the bass hit, the only thing that changed is The way that girls act, cause now they think I'm amazin' I used to be the nigga chicks didn't wanna hang with Sittin' alone with a Capri Sun and raisins My senior year in high-school I was always truant Had a lot of homework but I would never do it Screw it, I'm the king now, homie take a bow You need the crowd jumpin' I could probably make em bounce
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Compositor: Marcus Jamal Hopson ECAD: Obra #17355343