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Explain Myself

Hopsin

The Growing Process

2015

All I hear is ladi dadi, dadi dadi, dadi dadi, dadi dada

Ain't gotta explain myself to no nigga, I don't have to change
Who the fuck I am, dawg,

Everyday was the same just getting high, getting by 
Started treating life like a game
Like what the fuck
How long was I gonna ride my luck
Can't do this

you gonna play me with my own shit I invented game (Hit that shit Z)
You invented lames, niggas sweet like candy canes 
In a private plane, boutta go

glorify incest 

Not me 
Phones in hand, We not free 
Media like Nazi's 
Slept on hard Wit no z's 
Dont care about fame but they know me 
Still wont change

they dad roll by
Swipin' finna turn into a habit
Drop Bags online
Took his bitch nd told her shake some ass
He mad on live

I just bought a drake wit

the drain
By a fuckin' messy frenzy
Like Gen Z
What a shame
I'll be there to witness this hip shit prevail
Stans
Stand Up
Hoist the sails
This battle shit

exactly where I found you
I found myself tryna pick up the pieces
So you know I'm changing hoes by the season
Plenty of bitches tryn be Mrs Beezy
Wanna cuff

I'm getting from fakes
I came in the game and I wanted a change and I played all my chips on a pocketed ace
You are the coolest when no ones around
You

on the block, but you gots to earn your stripes, baby
No problems

Show me where the kid at
Don't you worry about him, man. We're gonna roll by his place in

feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this

got a pile of talent but the game is all politics
I don't honor it, I'm positive
'Bout what the problem is
The music biz is ran by some
Narcissistic

All We Got (US)

Sunz of Man

Saviorz Day

2002

the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by

talking shit on that laptop
We were selling out shows and
Stackin' up mad gwop
Funk Volume, nigga, got the game on padlock
You was raped by your uncle

something
Got what you need I been hunting
It's the great again like I'm Trumping
Games bout to change when I jump in
Hold up wait lemme give em a flow
Got

to shut up in my rhymes
To keep me sane all the time
Had a block on my brain, thinking how could shit
Ever change, trying to win the same ol' game
But

Intro

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

thing I'm holdin' is pain, 
You can borrow, a whole pocket of change,
For your sorrow, Lotta Kat'z busted, but they can't find the hop, 
That hustlin'

but stair /
350 ..  spent on my belt /
Gottta ..go get em dealt
I'm Shotta by my lonesome by my self /


Trap ain't got no cc /
OT Rep'n Kc /
I ain't

Like Joan of Arc
Hop on the track: me, Josiah, and Zach
Step to the mic and I numb it down with some morphine
Went through some changes
Yeah, you could

Hop Knowledge)
Josh Morton Music (you are now rockin with)
Beats by Jayree (you are now rockin with) (you are now rockin with)
You are now rockin with

In them county blues
We got some to prove
The moves being made
And the ways of the game never change
So me and my niggas gotta stay the same

What goes

Mentally abusive
I was down by myself I cried for help ain't help me through it
Niggas hate me but they still gon play me that's the power of music
I been

ain't fuckin' with that!
I know the way that I act displeases you, but matter of fact
Why don't you get up off of my ass
And why don't you change the way

Sing unto God
Sing praises
Extol him that rideth pon the heavens by his name
What his name?
Jah!
Ride Natty ride, ah
Ride Natty ride
We riding, aye!

of time, if your girl coming over I ain't even gotta give her head,

I gotta make a name to change the game,
I'm walking in the way of my art, like fuck