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Super Duper Fly Lyrics - Gazing At The Moonlight - Hopsin

Yo, let me take you to the tribe real quick 

 

I'm from that small city called Panorama 

Where the vatos roam and they blast they hammers 

Never had no sense, so I'm bad with manners 

Who'd've thought I'd be living life in the flashin' cameras? 

Got bitches on my nuts like pubics (Ooh) 

Niggas could never figure me out like Rubik's (Cubes) 

I be bullying everybody like I'm Brutus! (Who?) 

So don't underestimate me, I do this, truest 

I'm calm and ill but still drop bombs, I kill 

You know the deal, with my godly skills 

You want a dog to fill in my shoes? That's a lot to fill 

It won't happen, you cannot be real 

Man, there's so many rappers that wanna catch my fade 

So many bitches that wanna snatch my brain 

I'll probably end up on the news dead, bullet in the head 

Mama in the street yelling "That's my baby!" 

Want me to keep it to a minimal with the syllables 

I think you should get up off my genitals 

Every nigga identical when they spit a flow, this shit is critical 

I'mma have to get rough and get on my sentinels 

Nigga, what you be sipping on? I'm guessing your pen is broke 

Is it difficult for you to get better? You're so despicable 

Cause your shit is boo-boo, your bars are predictable 

I do not bump it, it's hard to get into you 

Please admit it, man, the voyage is radical 

Mind is set to just destroy, I'm an animal 

Killing shit, man, I'm a poisonous antidote 

I be on it, man, ya boy's international 

Yeah, I'm mad with rhymes 

Been doin' this since '99, I'm a mastermind 

Homie, it's 2015, and all my niggas gon' kill it 

When they finish the job, the other half is mine 

Fool 

 

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You ain't on that real shit 

I live here, you on a field trip 

I'm made of shit you ain't built with 

You a bitch, yo girl need a real dick 

It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this 

You don't scare niggas, not even a little bit 

I serve you, you get the bill quick 

Crown me, I'm a real prince 

 

Give me that crown boy! (give it!), I said "Give me that shit!" 

Give me that crown boy! (c'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!" 

Give me that crown boy! (give it!), I said "Give me that shit!" 

Give me that crown boy! (c'mon!), give me that shit! 

 

The rap game's mine, I revolve it 'round me, I think I have lost it 

And my mind's exhausted, I'm nauseous from the process 

Of hopping on stage and trying to dive in moshpits 

Nigga, why you focused on diamonds? 

These cubic zirconia's all up in my ear 

Over jewellery, I don't get excited 

My perception in life is "Why the fuck am I here, nigga?" 

I've been this way since your ass has been sucking on titties 

Since niggas cocked back, and start bustin' on Fifty 

Since J-Lo was mobbin' in public with Diddy 

Since Biggie and Pac got shot up, it's a pity 

That's bullshit you're talking, I'm not in the mood, bro 

Continue yapping, you'll see Hopsin is brutal 

Keep pushin' me, you gon' get dropped with some Judo 

You fannin' out like you want cock in yo culo 

Niggas only in it for money and bitches 

I don't even think they wanna rap no more 

But they wanna be all over the television 

Rockin' feminine shit, tryna act homo 

Old bi-ass niggas can't bypass niggas 

"I can't change even if I tried"-ass niggas 

Tight jeans on so they show your ass-ass niggas 

In the pool with the homie, trying to splash-ass niggas 

Fruity as Mike and Ike, you'll get diced to rice 

When I arrive I pull up like"Hi! Surprise!" 

It might be wise to hide when the nightly skies are high 

Fuckin' with an 8, no life for Pi 

Tell me, what position would the game be in 

Without me having the ability to rape the pen? 

Pound Syndrome, this is it, I'm weighin' in 

I still hate ya'll niggas and I can't pretend 

Fool 

 

You ain't on that real shit 

I live here, you on a field trip 

I'm made of shit you ain't built with 

You a bitch, yo girl need a real dick 

It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this 

You don't scare niggas, not even a little bit 

I serve you, you get the bill quick 

Crown me, I'm a real prince 

 

Give me that crown boy! (give it!), I said "Give me that shit!" 

Give me that crown boy! (c'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!" 

Give me that crown boy! (give it!), I said "Give me that shit!" 

Give me that crown boy! (c'mon!), give me that shit! 

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