Marcus Hopson - Hop Is Back lyrics

[Hook] Your bullsh** come off of that Someone tell these motherf**ers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it Now I'm ready to f** the game up, n***a They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter n***a) [Verse 1] The Dark Knight's in this b**h without the mask and cape I'm acting ape sh**, f*ggot, embrace it I just got validation on my a** whooping ticket I'm that amazing, it's my mad invasion Of smashing brains in, my f**ing pen and pad was anxious All these haters who mad and be nagging at me I flip their a** off like an acrobat on a trapeze And I'll be lashing back like a Shaq attack on these rap beats You thought that I was done with completely being an a**? Please Don't think you raw just cause you got success I'll uppercut your a** so many times you look like you was nodding yes I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best That you don't buy my album, save your money yo do not invest [Hook] Your bullsh** come off of that Someone tell these motherf**ers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it Now I'm ready to f** the game up, n***a They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter n***a) [Verse 2] I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival And have you screaming like R&B singers who hittin' high notes It's sick and spiteful, 2Pac's twisted grim disciple I been this nice yo way before Michael had vitiligo My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned Begging me to quit rap, but I'm just not ready to let it loose for her Am I Hopsin or am I Lucifer? I didn't blow 'till I started talking a gang of sh**, tell me who you prefer n***a, you ain't ill in the booth I'd die and do my next show as a hologram and still be realer than you See, I'm the sh** like I slithered in poo I'm sicker than sticking my freaking dick inside a b**h's syphilis cooch It's Knock Madness [Hook] Your bullsh** come off of that Someone tell these motherf**ers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it Now I'm ready to f** the game up, n***a They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter n***a) [Verse 3] I gotta problem yo', I was ecstatic to buy Yeezus But I burned it first, heard it and snapped in 5 pieces Man, Kanye on that bullsh** That's why the paparazzi made that n***a hit his f**ing head that's what that fool get You think you God now, you half a**in' rap little f*ggot b**h? Perhaps you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident But most importantly, hip hop isn't dead no more you see Cause Kendrick took the bar and then raised it up higher for MCs Unfortunately the little n***a's like 4 ft 3 The guys a f**in' midget, his high is still really short to me f** giving my pencil breaks, my mental state tells me to renovate If you hand me your sh** I toss your demo tape “Hop if you're not spreading love then why do you even write music?" Cause this is how I feel when I ain't rappin' on the mic you b**h Am I supposed to coat it up? Am I not allowed to open up? I spill the blood of rappers and use Weezy dreads to soak it up Busting like south central drivebys Support the guy with white eyes But n***a don't ride my dick when I'm on that high rise [Hook] Your bullsh** come off of that Someone tell these motherf**ers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it Now I'm ready to f** the game up, n***a They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter n***a)