paroles de chanson I Make The World Spin - Hopsin
Yo,
White
eyes,
black
tee
Ill
rhymes,
that′s
me
Hollywood
is
now
labeled
as
lame
But
I've
been
on
that
raw
shit
since
I
came
in
the
game
Fuck
this!
Rap
niggas
trying
act
like
they
punk
rock
Tight
jeans,
Mohawks
screaming
"fuck
cops"
Y′all
should
all
get
your
fucking
nuts
chopped
You
all
look
like
you
suck
cock
Bust
shots
if
you
hate
me
Yup
that'll
fix
the
problem
Put
me
out
there,
leave
it
up
to
Mr.
Goblin
To
contribute
to
all
the
bull
shits
that's
dropping
So
he
can
take
his
kids
out
Christmas
shopping
Look
at
the
niggas
I
am
spitting
circles
around
Verbal
profound
lyrics
make
them
hurdle
the
town
They
washed
up
till
they
gurgle
and
drown
Their
whole
dynasty
I′m
burning
it
down
Funk
Volume,
you′ve
heard
of
it
now
I
kick
the
bitches
out
(and
let
the
girls
in)
You
baby
daddy
shouts
(you
stole
my
girlfriend)
You
see
I'm
on
the
prowl
(I
make
the
world
spin
round)
Welcome
to
the
pain
in
my
life
(yeah
baby)
Suicide,
(huh?)
trust
I
might
Tell
them
what
my
motto
is
"Fuck
my
life"
Don′t
need
alcohol
to
help
me
"cut
my
wife"
So
much
rage
I
could
"crush
my
mic"
See
I
woke
up
on
the
wrong
side
of
my
bed
My
brain
works
but
the
whole
left
side
of
it's
dead
There′s
a
little
small
gremlin
inside
of
my
head
And
lately
I've
been
feeling
like
I′ve
been
living
life
on
the
edge
But
wait
a
minute,
this
ain't
a
gimmick.
I
can't
pretend
it
I′m
a
scream
it
loud
to
the
world
just
incase
that
they
forget
it
Be
careful
of
some
of
the
knowledge
that
you
take
from
critics
They
tryin
to
execute
a
nigga
but
I
stay
committed
New
topic,
mind
over
matter
Never
needed
my
arms
to
climb
up
a
ladder
You
whack
niggas
don′t
ever
show
signs
of
a
rapper
Is
it
getting
to
serious
for
you?
Why,
what's
the
matter
yo?
Yeah,
the
black
man′s
bad
There
is
no
topic
my
raps
can't
smash
The
state
of
hip
hop
that
can′t
pass
It's
all
full
of
shit
like
a
fat
man′s
ass
(eww)
Will
y'all
please
just
enough
trust
In
you
mother
fuckers
to
leave
the
rust
of
us
stuck
I
turn
my
head
and
now
your
messing
stuff
up
All
that
*autotune*
Just
shut
the
fuck
up
(Damn)
I'm
rude
and
so
wicked
I′ll
make
sure
you
never
blow
up
like
a
balloon
with
a
hole
in
it
I
knock
hustlers
for
a
living
Got
muscles
for
the
women
Got
puzzles
for
the
cheering
(Blaow)
Plus
I
got
a
sick
deliver
That′ll
have
you
niggas
shivering
And
stunned
from
bombs
I
drop
lyrically
You
can't
touch
my
shit
So
I′m
going
to
end
it
just
like
this
SUCK
MY
DICK
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