Hopsin - Crown Me

rate me


Yo, lemme take ya to the tribe real quick


I'm from that small city called Panorama

Where them vatos roam and they blast they hammers

Neva had no sense, so I'm bad wit manners

Who'd have thought I'd be living life in the flashing cameras?

Got bitches on my nuts like pubics (Ooh)

Niggas could neva figure me out like Rubik's (Cubes)

I be bullying everybody like I'm Brutus! (Who?)

So don't underestimate me, I do this, truest

I'm calm and ill but still drop bombs, I kill

Ya know the deal, wit my godly skills

Ya want to jog the field in my shoes? That's a lot to fill

It won't happen, ya cannot be real

Man, there's so many rappers that want to catch my fade

So many bitches that want to snatch my brain

I'll probably end up on the news dead, bullet in the head

Mama in the street yelling 'That's my baby!'

Ya want me to keep it to a minimal wit the syllables?

I think ya should get up off my genitals

Every nigga identical when they spit a flow, this shit is critical

I'mma have to get rough and get all my sentinels

Nigga, what ya be sipping on? I'm guessing yo pen is broke

Is it difficult for ya to get betta? You're so despicable

Cos' yo shit is boo-boo, yo bars are predictable

I do not bump it, it's hard to get into ya

Please admit it, man, the voyage is radical

Mind is set to just destroy, I'm an animal

Killing shit, man, I'm a poisonous antidote

I be on it, man, ya boy's international

Yeah, I'm mad wit rhymes

Been doing this since '99, I'm a mastermind

Homie, it's 2015, and all my niggas gon' kill it

When they finish the job, the otha half is mine


Fool, ya ain't on that real shit

I live here, ya on a field trip

I'm made of shit ya ain't built wit

Ya a bitch, yo girl need a real dick

It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this

Ya don't scare niggas, not even a lil bit

I serve ya, ya get the bill quick

Crown me, I'm a real prince


Gimme that crown, boy! (Give it), I said 'gimme that shit!'

Gimme that crown, boy! (C'mon), I said 'gimme that shit!'

Gimme that crown, boy! (Give it), I said 'gimme that shit!'

Gimme that crown, boy! (C'mon), give me that shit!

(Verse 2)

The rap game's mine, I revolve it 'round me, I think I have lost it

And my mind's exhausted, I'm nauseous from the process

Of hopping on stage and trying to dive in moshpits

Nigga, why ya focused on diamonds?

These Cubic Zirconia's all up in my ear

Ova jewelry, I don't get excited

My perception in life is 'Why the fuck am I here, nigga?'

I've been this way since yo ass has been sucking on titties

Since niggas cocked back, and start busting on Fifty

Since J-Lo was mobbing in public wit Diddy

Since Biggie and Pac got shot up, it's a pity

That's bullshit you're talking, I'm not in the mood, bro

Continue yapping, you'll see Hopsin is brutal

Keep pushing me, ya gon' get dropped wit sum' Judo

Ya fanning out like ya want cock in yo culo

Niggas only in it for money and bitches

I don't even think they wanna rap no mo'

But they wanna be all ova the television

Rocking feminine shit, tryin' to act homo

Old bi-ass niggas can't bypass niggas

'I can't change even if I tried'-ass niggas

Tight jeans on so they show yo ass-ass niggas

In the pool wit the homie, trying to splash-ass niggas

Fruity as Mike and Ike, you'll get diced to rice

When I arrive I pull up like 'Hi! Surprise!'

It might be wise to hide when the nightly skies are high

Fucking wit an 8, no life for Pi

Tell me, what position would the game be in

Without me having the ability to rape the pen?

Pound Syndrome, this is it, I'm weighing in

I still hate ya'll niggas and I can't pretend



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