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Knock Madness available November 26th

“The whole thing that got me here was controversy,” admits Hopsin. In 2010, the Panorama City, California native’s back was against the wall. He was unhappily signed to Eazy-E’s former label with a debut ('Gazing at the Moonlight') failing to meet his artistic and commercial expectations after years of acting on a major network and a feature film. Hardly a “kiddie rapper,” the emcee took to the Internet and released, “Sag My Pants,” an instant rewind. “I lashed out against Ruthless Records. I knew that would have some shock value. But at the time, I had to do whatever I could do.” Hopsin’s survival mechanisms have guided him through life. As a youth placed in special education classes, Hop overcame the obstacles to become a video editor, music producer in addition to rapper. He is also co-founder of the low profile indie-powerhouse Funk Volume, currently with 600,000 Youtube subscribers and 1.2 Million Facebook Likes. This 2012 XXL Freshman is at the top of his class.
In the three years since 'Raw', Hopsin has steadily supplied his thousands of album-buying fans with free music, notably his “Ill Mind of Hopsin” series. The artist is still fearless in maintaining the spirit of lunchroom battles with SwizZz years ago; “I don’t care to burn a bridge if I didn’t want to cross it anyway.” In the meantime, he appeared on Tech N9ne’s video single “Am I a Psycho?” as well as a top 3 album by Insane Clown Posse, the Mighty Death Pop. “The key thing is I don’t hang around bullshit artists who convince me to make bullshit songs. I just hang in my basement with the same people I’ve always hanged with. I’m the same guy; I haven’t changed.”
With cover stories and a plethora of seven-figure Youtube content, the self-made talent is sticking to his formula on his third LP, Knock Madness. “It’s gonna be hard to top—I’m calling it right now,” he boasts, claiming it’s just “an enhancement” of his work. Moreover, he wants to punctuate his career. “this will probably be my last album for a long time.” elaborating, the recluse promises “the biggest tour I’ve ever done, and I’m leavin’ for a while” as devotes his attention to Funk Volume.
While controversy may have made Hopsin a star, skill and courage made him a fan favorite. Hopsin has the attitude and charisma that makes hip hop unpredictable again.

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Hopsin - Ill Mind Of Hopsin 4

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01 - Hot 16's

02 - Sag My Pants

03 - You Are My Enemy

04 - Trampoline

05 - I'm Not Introducing You

16 - Pillow Man

Hopsin - Hop Madness

Hopsin - Nocturnal Rainbows

Hopsin - Ill Mind of Hopsin 4

ABCDE - The Beatdown 
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ABCDE - The Beatdown (Prod. First Five)

World So Cold (C) 2012
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ABCDE - "World So Cold" (Prod. Tyrone Beats)

Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete
You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat
But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "Yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'
When I say the word "fun", what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition
Is that all you think life really is
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT!
Do you even have any goals
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl
Well let me guess- No
You're only in school because your parents make you go
When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros
Yo, society's got you living for a whack cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play ball
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits
You don't have cause you idolize rappers that do
And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof"
And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you
How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all cause you can't provide
Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice

Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo
Bitch that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking
Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making
Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station
One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo, then act patient
And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'
It's the club, where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few coronas
They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of
Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry
Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy
I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth? I should die"
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock-thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching
Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working

The term "real nigga"'s publicly used
And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tool
With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in your crew
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed
Like it's fun to be you
But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop
Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve
Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal
It's clear you can't stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you, cause if we out in public
You gon' get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble, too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean mugging
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you
'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move
Your real nigga talk seems bogus
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his future doesn't seem hopeless
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused

So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song
You go to pile on the young who roam around in the slums
See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong
All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese
And the mass control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop
They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see
They purposely making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me
Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind

Hopsin - Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much back at my parents' house
And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to fuck a whore
I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug-o-war
But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour
Now the ladies show me the goodies under their wonderbra
I'm going door to door, with foreign swords
Causing more than war slaying rappers, commercial or horrorcore
So hold your head cause I'mma torture yours, leaving morbid sores
I promise you it will be hard to ignore the gore
Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger
All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors
With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator
Motherfucker, you not dope
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin? You get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
I been told you niggas, "I'm real!"
If you wack and no one's confronted you on your bullshit, then I will
Hate on me, but you can't deny skill
I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed
You faggots got me cussing
And only reason you probably buzzing
Is cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet
Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done
You think real niggas feeling your shit? C'mon son!
I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle
My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples
You niggas are making it so simple
My swag makes the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bold ripples
I know you niggas wish you could prevent it
Cause I get buck like my Kool Aid's got way too much sugar in it
You better run like I'm booger flicking
Homie I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it
So I'mma just go beast, and bring that West coast heat
Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me
The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats
And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need
Yo, nobody care about how much money you stack
I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back
Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act
And leave your fans saying, "How the fuck does he do that?"
My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't?
Can pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended
Baby I'm wicked, crazy and sick and with the face of a nimwit
I be calling out names, but I ain't taking attendance
Some bitch was like, "Hop, you got me crying
Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour
Shit and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying
So when your new shit finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying
What, You're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?
Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you tripping
You went to that ho's house last night and you said that you didn't
I seen your pic on Facebook, the skank bitch done tagged you in it"
I got put on with the beasty flow
Now the sluts, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa!
So I must, I take 'em home, let the wee wee grow
Then I bust from different strokes like the TV show
See when I be coming through kicking it raw, niggas like, "Gee, he's dope"
If there's anyone throwing dirt at my name then you know he be toast
For all of you rappers who bringing me drama, homie please be ghost
The only reason I'm being aggressive is cause we need hope
"Hey yo Hopsin, I fucking love you, cause you supply the best rhymes
Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne
You design erect lines, who am I to just lie?
Every single night I play your music right at bedtime
And usually I'm not into dark dick
I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with"
I say, "What you wanna do?" She say, "It's simple, Marcus
I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge"
Bitch, I'm hotter than a UV ray
Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked, making her booty shake
Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date
Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face
And now you having hot flashes
All the shit that you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it
Don't rap if you do not practice
I cockblock wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness


[Verse 1]
I erupt like a bomb, so give up the baton
I'll slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm
Why you muggin' me like something was wrong?
Just take a puff of the bong
And let me leave your mind corrupt from the song
See you can't stop me, cuz I'mma brainwash teens
And create false dreams cuz it pays﻿ off clean
I'm just an idiotic, ironic, symbolic, Illuminati product
That's gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh)
This industry business is all screwed up
I have no favorite rappers because all you suck!
I sever the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree
Cuz on a tombstone is as hard as their name will ever be
I'm judged by my wild image a lot
And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot
I do! Be offended by every sentence I jot
I got some militant thoughts, and you ain't killin' 'em off!
So listen

[Hook]
I sag my pants until my ass shows
I even slap hoes (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm an asshole
Yeah, yeah
And your parents hate me 'cuz I love you (So?)
Tell 'em I said "Fuck you!"
Yeah I said "Fuck You!"
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside
You can say I have a bogus mind
I dimmed the lights down and closed the blinds
Around his neck is where my rope was tied
I yanked on it 'till it broke his spine (Yeah!)
Lately I been fucking pissed off (Why?)
'Cuz everybody sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw
I'll start a big brawl, and slam his ass into a brick wall
And have a fat nigga sit on him, Rick Ross (Boss!)
I don't play with this rap shit
I got no life, I stay in the attic
Fuck a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it
Soulja Boy you﻿ got a corny flow
So you can suck my fucking dick through a glory hole
I'm just being me, what you tryna hate for?
All you niggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claiming he skateboards
Yeah right, that nigga can't even ollie
Push him away on the dolly, not even Satan can stop me!
What?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm probably the sickest motherfucker who don't get recognized
Eazy-E's wife's life somewhere now jeopardized
She signed me and I was set aside
For like 3 and a half years, I don't think I remember why
I'm fucking dope and this is my reward?
That's wacker than the 500 dollars you signed me for!
Eazy's dead now, yeah the label's finally yours
Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy whore!
You can't maintain what Eric built
I know he's in his grave turning like a ferris wheel
Don't think you cool just cuz you inherit mills
Bitch bare of skills
I'm Hopsin, I spit shit so unfair and real
I got some deep, dark issues within
All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend
Fuck Ruthless! Bitch, I'll never lend you a hand!
And I'mma make sure nobody ever sign with you again!
You know why?

[Hook]

An original recording from Shotty featuring ABCDE recorded for Surface DVD's "Focus Driven" DVD.

(Huge thanks to Shotty and ABCDE for being such great Surface fans and coming up with a great song.)

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Shotty - On The Surface (feat. ABCDE)

01 Hot 16's

08 Nocturnal Rainbows

For those of you that do not know my past, I used to be addicted to prescription pain killers but thanks to God he saved me & pulled me out of that lifestyle. I should of been dead by now, but I am thankful for being a recovered addict and living my dream on and aiming high to be successful. Thank you GOD.

ABCDE - Where To Go (Prod. First Five)

The king with many different voices has returned. This is an exclusive track that shows a diverse wide-range side of ABCDE's style, voices, delivery and octaves. Have fun and don't get too confused. Its really all me . . . a few of my alter egos haha.

ABCDE - Undisputed King Of A Thousand Voices (Prod. Tommy T)

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Features include Hopsin, Dizzy Wright, SwizZz, RA the Rugged Man, Planet VI, Vinnie Paz, Elz Jenkins, Pounds, and Big Rube.

Production by Kato, Spittzwell, The Kraken, Roc N Mayne, OH, and Reckless Dex

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16 - Pillow Man

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