Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Make The World Spin, artist - Hopsin. Date of issue: 07.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Make The World Spin |
| 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 |