Funk Volume 2013 lyrics - Hopsin (feat. Dizzy Wright, SwiZzZ, Jarren Benton & DJ Hoppa)

[Hook: Hopsin]

Finna' throw the whole game outta focus

Beat it in the head cause the flow sick, FV

Finna' throw the whole game out focus

Beat it in the head cause the flow sick

Let 'em know

But we'll never fade away, we just keep on moving

We ain't afraid of bitch niggas talking slick

Act up and you could get it

So sit down and pay attention nigga

[Verse 1: SwizZz]

(Z-Z-Z)

I ain't in the building I'm base jumping off of it

It's SwizZzle (BITCH), time to take my balls out your esophagus

I took a break and became the topic of all the gossip and

Dummies taking shots and get mad because I dont acknowledge them, yup

Started in 08 and still ain't fuckin' dropped an album

Circumstances have set me back and I'm buzzin' without one

But see that's the hype man in the back

But I'm the founder of this shit and now look where it's at, huh

I'll let you have it like I'm generous, nigga

Shit, my existence alone is such a benefit nigga

Rewind the clock a couple years, I'm still ahead of you niggas

It's 2013, I'm making beds for you niggas

Sleep soundly, three Z's ho

I'm in the booth lettin' it spill, BP flow

Punch lines knock them out like D-Bo

You niggas ain't ready to stop me from runnin' it; Tim Tebow (Oh, boy!)

[Hook: Hopsin]

(2013, my existence alone, it's such a benefit nigga)

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]

(Uh-uh)

Yo, greatly awakened, I'm coming straight out of Vegas

But 'side from taking over we planning assassinations

The craft I'm taking, I'm poetry in the matrix

We know the industry fake and we slowly about to break it

See they embrace it cause Hop was just in his basement

He secretly hired killers that's killing collaborations

2012 I took this shit back to the roots

Shit back, with your bitch ass, you can get trapped, in a booth (uh)

Hardest out, I'm hardly out but talk about stoner out the group

My home smell like Bob Marley's house

I found it out and you can count me out

These rappers weak, y'all lyrics drier than cottonmouth

The problem child and you surprised that I'm next

Nigga said he going global and I swear that I ain't lied to you yet

Labels calling cause they tryna invest

It's 2013 and the first thing they ask is "we signing a check?"

Nah

[Hook: Hopsin]

(We know the industry fake, we slowly about to break it)

[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]

Hello y'all it's the bully, in a Trayvon Martin hoodie,

And a bunch of gynecology tools to operate on you pussies

Ain't no killer but please don't push me

The day you fags belittle me

Is the day that Hopsin joins a group with Soulja Boy and Lil B

I'm with Zyzz they call me a sick cunt

I'm hungry and I just missed lunch

Fuck a FV 2013 song, Dame the world ends this month

I'm crazy as Big Pun on a fifth of rum storm in the house

Pissed cause his wife hid all his sharp knives and his gun

I kill a nigga for Hop, SwizZzle, Dizzy and Dame

Or Hoppa, this ain't a label bitch, this is a gang

SIKE, let me not say that, all the fans will be like

"HOP! You're a hypocrite, Why'd you sign Jarren, he's ignorant!"

I ain't going nowhere, get used to me

FV ain't what it used to be

Cause we making moves, about to hit the top

Shining just like jewelery

Yeah, fuck you haters who ain't with it

And you labels that shit it, homie

We did it independent bitch

[Hook: Hopsin]

(This ain't a label bitch, this is a gang

We did it independent bitch)

[Verse 4: Hopsin]

Yo, this was something that you couldn't prevent

I threw my fucking life away to get my foot in this bitch

I see some dedicated haters and they looking to diss

I know the fucking solution and ass-whooping is it

I got the industry all shooken and stiff

Since I ain't launder my soul you know it's something that they wouldn't admit

I made a change and the devil said I shouldn't commit

But the lifestyle he offers ain't as good as it gets

Man I ain't just another rapper on the list, mackin' on the chicks

Doing big collabs every track tone they hit

I'm the captain of this ship, plus I'm back up on my shit

Take a note of it and stick it to a magnet on your fridge

So your asses don't forget that my purpose is astronomic

I enlighten those who hurting and lacking knowledge

The burden is bad the pocket I'm certain I had to stop it

The fire is burning but I'm emerging through ashes fallen

My image made all you folks doubt

But I made it through the vicious cold drought

Now all you niggas get to see my flow sprout

Sorry mama but I gotta roll now

I done made some cheese, now I can finally afford my own house

I see niggas speaking on shit that they don't know about

I excel in places they failed so they think I sold out

But this is what the fame does, we came up, and made our name buzz

Now they mad cause they ain't us

[Hook: Hopsin]