Forever Ill - Hopsin

Rah!

I’ma hit a mothafucka with the pound, pound, pound, pound

It’s the Pound Syndrome

Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound

Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome

Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?

The Pound, the-the-the-the-the

The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound

If you’re looking for trouble then you found it, the new album

Of two-thousand-and-fifteen, I’m too violent

This shit seems like I’m cooped out with lucid dreams

I’m a new route for these emcee’s

This is a drought that’s coming

I’m about to sprout to start a new style’s full of envy

I need to cool down what is in me

Everything I had bottled up pukes out when the pen bleeds

You drown from a 16, who’s doubtin' the sick steeze?

I could spit a wild verse without taking a breath

Then crowd surf, who’s helping this kid breathe?

The worlds against me so I gotta come harder than the average

Think smarter than the masses

Everybody’s on the move, ain’t no time to get caught up in the traffic

When shit goes down I got the heart of an assassin

This here’s harder than my last shit

Gotta do it now, no luck in tomorrow if it crashes

If I do die before I awake, I don’t think too many will feel sorrow for my ashes

With this song I’ve frozen time, don’t skip this, don’t rewind

The throne is mine, close your eyes as I provoke the mind

This was bound to happen before I wrote the lines

And it’s so divine the way my influence multiplied

It’s like I created a cult inside this rap industry

Please don’t look so surprised

I’m at the top, I ain’t throwing down a rope to climb, come on

Pound, pound, pound, pound

It’s the Pound Syndrome

Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound

Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome

Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?

The Pound, the-the-the-the-the

The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound