I Make The World Spin - Hopsin, Swizzz

Yo, white eyes, black tee

Ill rhymes, that’s me

Hollywood’s now labeled as lame

But I’ve been on that raw shit since I came in the game

Fuck this!

Rap niggas trying act like they punk rock

Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming «fuck cops»

Y’all should get your fucking nuts chopped

You all look like you suck cock

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 bullshit that’s dropping

So he can take his kids out Christmas shopping

Look at the niggas I’m spinning circles around

My verbal profound lyrics make them hurdle the town

They washed up 'til they gurgle and drown

Their whole dynasty I’m burning it down

Funk Volume, you’ve heard of it now

I kick the bitches out

And let the girls in

Your 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 'em what my motto is fuck my life

Don’t need alcohol to upper-cut my wife

So much rage I could crush my mic

See I woke up on the wrong side of the bed

My brain works but the whole left side of it is dead

There’s a little small gremlin inside of my head

And lately I’ve been feeling like I’m living life on the edge

But wait a minute, this ain’t a gimmick, I can’t pretend it

I’ma scream it loud to the world just in case they forget it

Be careful of some of the knowledge that you take from critics

They tryin' to execute a nigga but I stay committed

New topic, mind over matter

Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder

You wack niggas don’t ever show signs of a rapper

It’s getting too serious for you?

Why, what’s the matter yo?

I kick the bitches out

And let the girls in

Your 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

Yeah, the black man’s back

There is no topic my raps can’t smash

The state of hip hop that can’t pass

It’s all full of shit like a fat man’s ass (eww)

May I please have just enough trust

In you motherfuckers to leave the rust of us stuck

I turn my head and now you’re messing stuff up

All that «You!

Turn it up!»

Just shut the fuck up

(Damn) I’m rude and I’m 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 children, blaow

Plus I got a sick delivery, that’ll have you niggas shivering

And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically

You can’t touch my shit

So I’ma end it just like this

Suck my dick!

I kick the bitches out

And let the girls in

Your 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