Tekst piosenki 'Funk Volume 2013' wykonawcy Hopsin

[Hook: Hopsin]
Finna' throw the whole game outta focus
Beat it in the head cause the flow sick, FV
Finna' throw the whole game out focus
Beat it in the head cause the flow sick
Let 'em know
But we'll never fade away, we just keep on moving
We ain't afraid of bitch niggas talking slick
Act up and you could get it
So sit down and pay attention nigga

[Verse 1: SwizZz]
(Z-Z-Z)
I ain't in the building I'm base jumping off of it
It's SwizZzle (BITCH), time to take my balls out your esophagus
I took a break and became the topic of all the gossip and
Dummies taking shots and get mad because I dont acknowledge them, yup
Started in 08 and still ain't fuckin' dropped an album
Circumstances have set me back and I'm buzzin' without one
But see that's the hype man in the back
But I'm the founder of this shit and now look where it's at, huh
I'll let you have it like I'm generous, nigga
Shit, my existence alone is such a benefit nigga
Rewind the clock a couple years, I'm still ahead of you niggas
It's 2013, I'm making beds for you niggas
Sleep soundly, three Z's ho
I'm in the booth lettin' it spill, BP flow
Punch lines knock them out like D-Bo
You niggas ain't ready to stop me from runnin' it; Tim Tebow (Oh, boy!)

[Hook: Hopsin]
(2013, my existence alone, it's such a benefit nigga)

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
(Uh-uh)
Yo, greatly awakened, I'm coming straight out of Vegas
But 'side from taking over we planning assassinations
The craft I'm taking, I'm poetry in the matrix
We know the industry fake and we slowly about to break it
See they embrace it cause Hop was just in his basement
He secretly hired killers that's killing collaborations
2012 I took this shit back to the roots
Shit back, with your bitch ass, you can get trapped, in a booth (uh)
Hardest out, I'm hardly out but talk about stoner out the group
My home smell like Bob Marley's house
I found it out and you can count me out
These rappers weak, y'all lyrics drier than cottonmouth
The problem child and you surprised that I'm next
Nigga said he going global and I swear that I ain't lied to you yet
Labels calling cause they tryna invest
It's 2013 and the first thing they ask is "we signing a check?"
Nah

[Hook: Hopsin]
(We know the industry fake, we slowly about to break it)

[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
Hello y'all it's the bully, in a Trayvon Martin hoodie,
And a bunch of gynecology tools to operate on you pussies
Ain't no killer but please don't push me
The day you fags belittle me
Is the day that Hopsin joins a group with Soulja Boy and Lil B
I'm with Zyzz they call me a sick cunt
I'm hungry and I just missed lunch
Fuck a FV 2013 song, Dame the world ends this month
I'm crazy as Big Pun on a fifth of rum storm in the house
Pissed cause his wife hid all his sharp knives and his gun
I kill a nigga for Hop, SwizZzle, Dizzy and Dame
Or Hoppa, this ain't a label bitch, this is a gang
SIKE, let me not say that, all the fans will be like
"HOP! You're a hypocrite, Why'd you sign Jarren, he's ignorant!"
I ain't going nowhere, get used to me
FV ain't what it used to be
Cause we making moves, about to hit the top
Shining just like jewelery
Yeah, fuck you haters who ain't with it
And you labels that shit it, homie
We did it independent bitch

[Hook: Hopsin]
(This ain't a label bitch, this is a gang
We did it independent bitch)

[Verse 4: Hopsin]
Yo, this was something that you couldn't prevent
I threw my fucking life away to get my foot in this bitch
I see some dedicated haters and they looking to diss
I know the fucking solution and ass-whooping is it
I got the industry all shooken and stiff
Since I ain't launder my soul you know it's something that they wouldn't admit
I made a change and the devil said I shouldn't commit
But the lifestyle he offers ain't as good as it gets
Man I ain't just another rapper on the list, mackin' on the chicks
Doing big collabs every track tone they hit
I'm the captain of this ship, plus I'm back up on my shit
Take a note of it and stick it to a magnet on your fridge
So your asses don't forget that my purpose is astronomic
I enlighten those who hurting and lacking knowledge
The burden is bad the pocket I'm certain I had to stop it
The fire is burning but I'm emerging through ashes fallen
My image made all you folks doubt
But I made it through the vicious cold drought
Now all you niggas get to see my flow sprout
Sorry mama but I gotta roll now
I done made some cheese, now I can finally afford my own house
I see niggas speaking on shit that they don't know about
I excel in places they failed so they think I sold out
But this is what the fame does, we came up, and made our name buzz
Now they mad cause they ain't us

[Hook: Hopsin]