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Hopsin lyrics : "Trampoline"

[Verse 1: Hopsin]

I'm the rap maniac with the hooligan eyes

Who's cooler than I? whack ^!$$%s move it aside
When you heard I was a big deal you were surprised
West coast (*##$, put ya w's in the sky

I spent my days as a refugee
Till the rap game came to rescue me
And left my wrist paved in accessories

A dangerous necessity, I came here to wreck mc's
You're wrong if you thinkin' Wayne was the recipe
Nah, he ain't worthy of that, the controversy is back

Get off the kool aid stir me a batch
See I prefer to relax, but I can't and God knows it
Gotta stay raw with the flow that I'm diagnosed with

Oh %#@!, ^!$$%s keep $#&@in' with my emotions
Maybe that's the reason that I suffer from psychosis
Shocking as high voltage, $#&@ it, my life's hopeless

So I had to make sure I killed it when I wrote this

[Hook]

Hop can probably make them bounce
Hop can probably make them bounce
Like a trampoline

Hop can probably make them bounce
Hop can probably make them bounce
Like a trampoline

Hop can probably make them bounce
Hop can probably make them bounce
Like a trampoline

Hop can probably make them bounce
Hop can probably make them bounce
Like a trampoline


[Verse 2: Hopsin]


Bounce like a trampoline, thousands that's amped as me
Kids run up on your school campus slap a dean
I grew up on baggy jeans, !@$^ographic nasty dreams

Moral of my damn story life, isn't a happy scene
Wish I was stackin' cream, wish I had a Lamborghin'
Wish I had the cover on a Rolling Stones magazine

I'm sick of the radio playin' all these !@$)got teens
Keep it real, show me somethin' ill that I haven't seen
For ten years I've been workin' on ill flows

And finally got a $#&@in' record deal and I'm still broke
Man that's not common, bombs that I'm droppin'
Are dope, but all that I can afford is some top Ramen

I notice that ya'll ^!$$%s like to dumb the stats
I should stomp your $$# out until your lungs collapse
No more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that

It's a rap, keep it up and get your tongue detachedn
Come on


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Hopsin]


I'm the last of a dyin' breed, Hip-Hop lacks a variety
That's the reason I thrash on society

I get laughed at when I clash with a robbery
Until they feel the wrath when I smash on their dynasty
But I ain't Hollywood, I'm still the same kid

Up on the same %#@!, rappin' in the ba!@&(t
Catch me at your local school, skatin', bustin' trey flips
Left shoe lace ripped, you know how them days get

Listen while the bass hit, the only thing that changed is
The way that girls act, cause now they think I'm amazin'
I used to be the ^!$$% chicks didn't wanna hang with

Sittin' alone with a Capri Sun and raisins
My senior year in high-school I was always truant
Had a lot of homework but I would never do it

Screw it, I'm the king now, homie take a bow
You need the crowd jumpin' I could probably make em bounce


[Hook]

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