Hopsin - Who Can It Be? lyrics

Who fright you in your dreams
Tell me who can it be?
Who's got the shit on lock
But doesn't have a key?
They think he's tight
And all the kids like him he knows he's fly
'cause all the girls like him
His name is Hopsin

I'll be that nigga who get that
Loose when a zip come through
Droppin' that funky shit on the regular's
What I meant to do
Niggas be thinkin' I'm illiterate 'cause
I ain't finish school
Talkin' 'bout he an animal
That nigga belong in the zoo
I prolly do but I gotta do what I gotta do
Why do you think I'm hoppin' through
Obstacles that are hard to do
All of you motherfuckers who talkin' really


And startin' to get me started
And I'm gettin' to the
Point I'ma slaughter you
Psych, I just like to play like I'm a psycho
That's why every place I go I
Just look suspicious so they know
Before they go and talk to me
Niggas possibly spark somethin'
Up in my brain and, i can just flip and go
Out and start somethin'
That's why they leave me in
They know I'm a crazy man
Think I need to tone it down
'cause I don't get no ladies, man
Nigga started back in the day
When I was a baby, man
Maybe I should just stop it
'cause everybody hate me, man

Who fright you in your dreams
Tell me who can it be?
Who's got the shit on lock
But doesn't have a key?
They think he's tight
And all the kids like him he knows he's fly
'cause all the girls like him
His name is Hopsin

I'm more than scary
I'm mightier than ordinary
Extraordinary, and horror galores
Hard to bear me
I'm the nigga all the hoes are married
It's mind-boggling
But, if you ask 'em about it
Then they'll deny all of it
You ain't gotta like my style
But you're drawn to it
Rap ain't workin' out for you
Then you should try college then
You're lying if you say I'm not the man
Got the game pocketed
Murder niggas and remain anonymous
I ain't a hater, dawg, I bang a lot of shit
Up inside my tape deck
If the shit's wack I take it out of it
'Cause, I'm tired of it
You niggas soft like some cartilage
Me evolve in rap homie
You don't want a part of it
I run around slaughtering, clobbering
Stop bothering
Y'all got me yelling on the mic
So much of slobbering
Want magic in the booth
Call Harry Potter then
Huh, look at the situation I got 'em in

Who fright you in your dreams
Tell me who can it be?
Who's got the shit on lock
But doesn't have a key?
They think he's tight
And all the kids like him he knows he's fly
'cause all the girls like him
His name is Hopsin

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I'm not an illusion
Where's my brain? How did I lose it?
And how the fuck do I be jottin' my music?
Yeah don't be gossip and stupid
The microphone I show how to abuse it
Without no bullshit idiotic excuses
I'm a straight ill nigga
You and I knew this shit
Dope since I with the
Hella unified school district
Step to me upon the mic
Then you will die doin' it
Word to describe me, you should try "Lunatic"

Who fright you in your dreams
Tell me who can it be?
Who's got the shit on lock
But doesn't have a key?
They think he's tight
And all the kids like him he knows he's fly
'cause all the girls like him
His name is Hopsin

Who fright you in your dreams
Tell me who can it be?
Who's got the shit on lock
But doesn't have a key?
They think he's tight
And all the kids like him he knows he's fly
'cause all the girls like him
His name is Hopsin
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Hopsin
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