Name: 16 - Pillow Man by mohammed_jamal2012 in Funk volume
Duration: 5 min 17 s
Description: full album from Hopsin's album "Raw" please support this artist by buying his music its the least you could do peace.

Funk volume

Hopsin - Sag My Pants

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.

Rip Your Heart Out ft. Tech N9

Bastard (Produced by SwizZz) #TommyWrekz

Hopsin - Ill Mind Of Hopsin 4

John Nonny - Look At You (Prod. Ryan Coke)

Swizz Feat. Hopsin

Yodak Bellow [Freestyle]

full album from Hopsin's album "Raw" please support this artist by buying his music its the least you could do peace.

16 - Pillow Man

New Single "Lie" Ft. Jarren Benton
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Lie ft Jarren Benton (Prod Beatz Era)

Aw6ken - White Dwarfs

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

DK - Pain

ZOOTED UP (PROD. SGP)

THERAPY (Prod. SGP)

DK - Lullaby

Verse 1: 
got a bag of the purp 
couple dabs they never hurt 
if you’re mad thisll work 
burn a gram 
 launch off earth 
bag of chips all on my shirt 
pizza rolls are in the micro 
joints be twisted like a cyclone 
inviting bitches over 
busting and quitting 
got these bars i be spitting so it be back to the crib 
and then we back at it again 
o-z to pound 
is that ash or the ground 
can’t tell as these blunts go around 
cause my mind be stuck in a cloud 
or maybe outer space 
telling aliens they pussy unless they take it to the face 
dabs the size of triple H 
whatchu mean i barely blaze 
im burning bowls with solar rays 
scaring demons like its sage 
puffin Durban for my rage 
train wreck to keep me sane 
sour d to fix the pain 
gorilla glue incase it rains  
we burning grass is that okay ?
puffing passing round the jays 
i got a bag that lasts for days 
so let get lost inside the haze 

Verse 2:
hitting smoke you cannot hit 
its double dosed for mass ingest 
got my circle pass to left 
taking bong rips to the head 
 then its time to get us fed 
maybe a miller while we’re there 
get a bottle we can share 
white owls, paper towels, some takis 
to kill my bowels  
 couple candies like im mandy 
maybe some corn nuts like i be sandy 
so high i might be slurring don’t know if this clerk can understand me 
forgot she asked for my id 
 she thought i was only 17 
said naw im 21 now heres the funds 
got the squad out in the truck 
so grab the raw and hurry up 
cause
we be trynna roll a blunt 
we on a schedule what the fuck 
you be slacking messing up 
im trynna dip so lets be quick 
get out the door and spark a spliff 
im talk tree you little bitch 
only leaves you see me with 
Smoking gas but
going green like i was cheesy and Chong 
smoke a bird but love the bong 
shout out to webby for this song 
So Hit it once out the bong 
Pass it down 
And sing along like

16 - Pillow Man

mohammed_jamal2012

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