Crypt - How To Make A Hopsin Song lyrics
[Crypt - How To Make A Hopsin Song lyrics]
Bitch, take a second to reflect on the
Message youre repping while
Everyone's watching (DAMN)
Stop with the nonsense
Pause it you novice I been on this
Longer than Obama been in office
8 years ain't enough for a G like me (NAH)
Rippin' it up since TI was TIP (YEAH)
It's unlikely inside of my psychie that a
Guy might be able to excite me
The VIP is gonna DIE if it ain't ME (UH-OH)
I'm the best MC you see
Defeat you with deceitful evils
That'll leave your
Teeth full of fecal see my EYES
With my white contacts see
All your false acts take your false raps
Shove it up under my nutsack
Fuck the Gucci Gang, now my gooch is lame
Cause all you rappers are
Down there with Dame
Everybody knows I'm making money
But I don't see a reason to flaunt it
Had an Australian bitch suckin' my
Dick but she did
It because of the green in my pocket
She yellin' Hopsin
"Your dick is so fuckin' big
I can barely fit it in
To get my pussy poppin'"
But I beat it up and euthanized it cause to
Her surprise I put the kitty in a coffin
I'm better than you on every level
I'm a jet but you're a bike with pedals
I get trophies but you get metals
I just tied a noose for
You and dude it's special
You can think you're the shit but
You can't out fart me
Spitting shit so sour like a smartie
The only time that you number one is on
The breakfast menu when you order Hardees
Don't step to me and try to play those games
I'm a different breed you better
Stay in your lane
I'm the H-O-P, you an H-O-E
Better take your seat for I break yo face
It started back in '02 when
I stepped in the booth
The rap game was a career that
I was destined to choose
I had a message to the youth your
Words are my weapons to use
Don't be regular instead wreck the
Rest of these dudes
And prove you ain't stupid just
Because you ain't finish school
Because the guy who invented it
He didn't finish it too
The day I left was like a
Blessing in disguise because I
Pick my shit off my desk and left
In the blink of an eye
'Till this guy walking by pulled me
To the side and he asked
"Hop, what are you doing man
You can't skip class"
I said I'm done with this shit bro
I've had enough when the fuck am I gonna
Have to calculate a parabola
I've got better shit to do and
More music I need to make
If I stay another minute it's more
Time that I would waste
Time to keep putting my pen to
The page it is my fate
And if you don't like what I have to
Say then get the fuck out my way
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Cause Crypt comin' for dinner he
The man in the kitchen
Hopsin's momma keep them pans in the kitchen
Cause I'm big for a reason a meal
I don't plan to be missing
I'll be grateful for any food
That your hands willbe fixing
But I got a few suggestions if you
Don't care to take a listen
I got a strict diet of
Whack rappers and fake bitches
Take 'em and bast they ugly faces
In shake n bake mixes burn 'em to a crisp
Load 'em down with seasonin'
Gimme a glass of Gin
Pass them bitches over to Crypt
Time to step up in this game, spit flame
Straight from my cranium
There's no containing a beast
When he unleashes all of his his rage on ya
The stakes are raising and tell your
Producer there ain't no savin' ya
I'll make your skill dissappear like
A david blane in training
When you grab this mic
You struggle and strife trying to find
A rhyme to supply however your mind is fried
From getting so high you'll never get by
The age of 30 hurting your body it's odd
Bitch you prolly audibly oughta
Be out of options
Honestly I don't see how you flawlessly copy
All of these rappers and actually logically
Fathom that you pass them
In commodity it's a monstrocity that
Your modestie's non existent
Like the prophecy that you're gifted with
Lyrics but fuck it like sodomy
You've think I've ripped this but bitch I
Just slipped the tip in tight
I've flipped this script it's
Rewritten in Crypt's
Pen with a different end in sight
You wishin you could what do I can
But you'll won't get it right
Thinkin' that you're Superman but you're
Fuckin' with Crypt tonight (Kryptonite)
Message youre repping while
Everyone's watching (DAMN)
Stop with the nonsense
Pause it you novice I been on this
Longer than Obama been in office
8 years ain't enough for a G like me (NAH)
Rippin' it up since TI was TIP (YEAH)
It's unlikely inside of my psychie that a
Guy might be able to excite me
The VIP is gonna DIE if it ain't ME (UH-OH)
I'm the best MC you see
Defeat you with deceitful evils
That'll leave your
Teeth full of fecal see my EYES
With my white contacts see
All your false acts take your false raps
Shove it up under my nutsack
Fuck the Gucci Gang, now my gooch is lame
Cause all you rappers are
Down there with Dame
Everybody knows I'm making money
But I don't see a reason to flaunt it
Had an Australian bitch suckin' my
Dick but she did
It because of the green in my pocket
She yellin' Hopsin
"Your dick is so fuckin' big
I can barely fit it in
To get my pussy poppin'"
But I beat it up and euthanized it cause to
Her surprise I put the kitty in a coffin
I'm better than you on every level
I'm a jet but you're a bike with pedals
I get trophies but you get metals
I just tied a noose for
You and dude it's special
You can think you're the shit but
You can't out fart me
Spitting shit so sour like a smartie
The only time that you number one is on
The breakfast menu when you order Hardees
Don't step to me and try to play those games
I'm a different breed you better
Stay in your lane
I'm the H-O-P, you an H-O-E
Better take your seat for I break yo face
It started back in '02 when
I stepped in the booth
The rap game was a career that
I was destined to choose
I had a message to the youth your
Words are my weapons to use
Don't be regular instead wreck the
Rest of these dudes
And prove you ain't stupid just
Because you ain't finish school
Because the guy who invented it
He didn't finish it too
The day I left was like a
Blessing in disguise because I
Pick my shit off my desk and left
In the blink of an eye
'Till this guy walking by pulled me
To the side and he asked
"Hop, what are you doing man
You can't skip class"
I said I'm done with this shit bro
I've had enough when the fuck am I gonna
Have to calculate a parabola
I've got better shit to do and
More music I need to make
If I stay another minute it's more
Time that I would waste
Time to keep putting my pen to
The page it is my fate
And if you don't like what I have to
Say then get the fuck out my way
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Cause Crypt comin' for dinner he
The man in the kitchen
Hopsin's momma keep them pans in the kitchen
Cause I'm big for a reason a meal
I don't plan to be missing
I'll be grateful for any food
That your hands willbe fixing
But I got a few suggestions if you
Don't care to take a listen
I got a strict diet of
Whack rappers and fake bitches
Take 'em and bast they ugly faces
In shake n bake mixes burn 'em to a crisp
Load 'em down with seasonin'
Gimme a glass of Gin
Pass them bitches over to Crypt
Time to step up in this game, spit flame
Straight from my cranium
There's no containing a beast
When he unleashes all of his his rage on ya
The stakes are raising and tell your
Producer there ain't no savin' ya
I'll make your skill dissappear like
A david blane in training
When you grab this mic
You struggle and strife trying to find
A rhyme to supply however your mind is fried
From getting so high you'll never get by
The age of 30 hurting your body it's odd
Bitch you prolly audibly oughta
Be out of options
Honestly I don't see how you flawlessly copy
All of these rappers and actually logically
Fathom that you pass them
In commodity it's a monstrocity that
Your modestie's non existent
Like the prophecy that you're gifted with
Lyrics but fuck it like sodomy
You've think I've ripped this but bitch I
Just slipped the tip in tight
I've flipped this script it's
Rewritten in Crypt's
Pen with a different end in sight
You wishin you could what do I can
But you'll won't get it right
Thinkin' that you're Superman but you're
Fuckin' with Crypt tonight (Kryptonite)