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"I Make The World Spin"
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Hopsin & SwizZz
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Yo, White eyes, black tee Ill rhymes, that’s me Hollywood is now labeled as lame But I’ve been on that raw [bad word] since I came in the game [bad word] this! Rap niggas trying act like they punk rock Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming [bad word] cops” Y’all should all get your [bad word] nuts chopped You all look like you suck [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 Chorus I kick the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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? Chorus 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 [bad word] like a fat man’s [bad word] (eww) Will y’all please just enough trust In you mother [bad word] to leave the rust of us stuck I turn my head and now your messing stuff up All that *autotune* Just shut the [bad word] up [bad word] 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 [bad word] So I’m going to end it just like this SUCK MY [bad word]
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