I guess they gon follow! But will they follow me?! The best is all I know! Will I be your honoree?
Jummone, my nigga, jus let me. Coast while I'm toassin up a freshie! Wet from the arc, so jetski n knock a perpatratin pussy into next week! I'm fluent! Never made a plan b, screw it! Endeavor wit a manly movement! 10 sedatives got me groovin to make u choose! SevidemiC! That alpha dominus animal sloshed with an ounce of pot to just handle y'all! Kerosene, baby, dont be scurred, get a burn from my mandibal! Aw, lawd have mercy! This honor is the bond that cursed me! Iffin you were worthy, I figured you could sense of how intense my words be, hence the knob stay broken! Crack another cold one, pack another show, somethin is the cause of dosin potent (the folk stay smokin) Hoes?! Come n line it up! Kick it wit a zombie & light a blunt! Bros? Divide the butt; 2 per nigga - are we havinagood time or what?! Den raise your frickin chalice! I get paid to give imbalance! In flames, I play in palaces of greatness for the challenge! Embracin all this talent but my place is on them cameras! Still wastin cowards slavin hours just erase your ballots!
...and with this honor... I shall furthermore intensify my approach...
Come on, my nigga, just roll up! I save the bottom of the game like a coaster! Dames, they be all over the mane they stroke and the fame makes so much coka (baked!) Crack, homie! Out to make a major feel lame cuz a motherfucker passed on me! Maybe for my fash, but I'm mad lonely at the top, spillin liters of the gasoline.. (what?) Like a dead nigga got a damn Problem! So Compton! & I repeat that, bro, often! I'm an elite sav, show caution! If you thought that the indie underground was only the nigga Hopsin, there's an option! Out the coffin, rockin hella beads with a ripped top and I flip til I hit exhaustion.. (ballin!) Like on Grove Street! Kinda sour nigga, but the flow's sweet! If you ain't got heat, then don't speak! (Kick rocks to the club where hoes meet!) Oh no! Never in slow-mo! All up in that ass, no homo. Dolo. In the studi while a cutie pour up my SoCo! What you know about THAT promo? Imma need the Obama commas! No one can stop and undead Adonnis, so go pop your llamas and opt for drama, so a zombie can make that knot! I lock jaw; I'm not y'all. 10-piece with a lotta hot sauce! Don't vote for no knockoff! I boast more and they're all talk!
credits
from From the Graveyard!,
released November 12, 2013
All vocals written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Evan 'SevidemiC' Ellis for SickMindMedia
I cannot believe Hopsin, G-Eazy, and Inf Gang are all on this masterpiece! So much filthy freshness it’s unreal. Is this a fever dream?? Cause god I hope not! juggalo4real