Hopsin - Westwood Crib Session - Freestyle (2017) lyrics

[Verse: Hopsin] When I got the call to come up to Tim's, I couldn't wait to Damn it, who let the ape loose? f** a cage, I'ma break through Ghetto, still sipping grape juice, who should I put the flame to? If you hand me the throne just make sure it comes with a cape too The only n***a with sh** on lock is Hopsin, it ain't you When I'm up to bat man, my only option is Babe Ruth I never give into you incompetent lame dudes I buss you in your f**ing head with a bottle of Grey Goose And I done lost myself, be happy? I don't know how to The sunny days that I forgot to cherish are now blue n***a if you were me for while you would understand If money doesn't change you, it'll change the ones around you So I been ducking low, tryna hibernate and just find my way I've been ga**ing, I gotta find the breaks till my mind is straight I'm showing signs of hate 'cause I'm trapped in a darkness I embraced Look me in my eyes, you could tell I'm ready to die today If you see me then don't come over I can't control my actions or emotions, the Devil's got the remote control an' Style is cold and vulgar, got no composure Defeating me is like tackling a juggernaut with some broken shoulders So don't provoke, this is deadly and isn't user friendly 'Cause I own up to any truth you try to use against me Since high school I've been known to be an abusive MC I never stop the madness until I see you surrender Welcome to Savageville, where sh** ain't average It's madness, imagine a pack a stragglers swinging from chandeliers I'm in a Cavalier with a thot who drank a six-pack of beers Getting road head and she's driving, the f** is happening here? I ain't calm and peaceful, nah, my small cerebral Is often evil, better hide like Doctor Jekyll's alter ego Call your people, I'm mad as addicts who lost the needle Don't buy my album because it's all illegal, too off to be on I'm talking Sméagol, I launch torpedoes, b**h, I'm the dirtbag That ran up on wearing a Purge mask when you got your purse snatched Here's your one way ticket to Hell in first cla** Y'all all be making my nerves spaz, my word craft will make you disperse cash I'm the special ed n***a you ignored, y'all the motherf**ers that I do it for When I step inside the booth I'm lighting everything on fire like I was the Human Torch Whooping a**, kicking through the door, spewing gore, breaking windows of your new Accord Anyone who ever left better not be coming back to try to build a rapport I'm wild rude, a foul dude, I prowl through I step on the mic and all the sudden my bowels move Catching bodies? I'm 'bout to I'm the one you should bow to, you n***as is a**, trash, cow poo Style's based off pure vengeance, I'm a fierce engine You'll get rear-ended, there's weird tension, my peers sense it I'm a feared misfit, a geared henchman, you scared senseless It's tear-drenching, but you'll be hooked after a mere sentence [Outro: Hopsin] And I'm out this b**h. Tim Westwood TV, baby. Yeah. Undercover Prodigy