Verse 1:
Ooh when it began I was an addict to the pen
My love affair with music spans ten years
Now I’m sittin’ here, my livin’ room livid at the sh*t consumed
At a rapid pace packin’ the airwaves
A rapper got a vapid mixtape and they whip they finna move
Nobody even quick to pay they dues
All they really do is throw a catchy hook over a party beat
Don’t gotta be discreet about it
Next thing you knowin’ the whole streets is ‘bout it
Never doubt it though, the people seein’ [?] yo
Tired of the rest of y’all and they expect to know
My weaponry is set to rip the whole damn rap scene
By the way the name is Hopie Spits, thanks for asking

Refrain:
(’scuse me miss, what seems to be the problem here)
Rap’s in critical, it lacks the lyrical
But never fear it though, I’m bringin’ miracles stat
I’ma bring it back to the golden days of rap

(Miss, can you recall the perpetrators?)
I’m not a hater but phony rappers and demonstrators
Never fear, clearin’ rap’s name over time
I’ma take it back to the scene of the rhyme

Verse 2:
Long-awaited debut, life is days is summer break
I’m so hungry for the mic I’m underweight (sh*t)
I show ‘em what a stunna make
Which is truly blessed with the gift of gab
And the crowd is mad happy I’m givin’ back (sh*t)
Must be eternal like Matt King
Gotta cop it on the spot like four numbers written on a napkin
Hurt my feelings in Nanking
If I’m the one you’re banking on to go soft
And you dozed off and woke up in my wet dream
F*ck the politickin’, who’s the victim of the music system?
I’m not a**-kissin’ just to get the big wigs to listen
It’s a win-win, mission here is self-explained
Here to introduce a brand new creed to the game

Refrain:
(’scuse me miss, what seems to be the problem here)
Rap’s in critical, it lacks the lyrical
But never fear it though, I’m bringin’ miracles stat
I’ma bring it back to the golden days of rap

(Miss, can you recall the perpetrators?)
I’m not a hater but phony rappers and demonstrators
Never fear, clearin’ rap’s name over time
I’ma take it back to the scene of the rhyme

Verse 3:
You know what’s happ’nin’, I’m back and I’m gettin’ on it
Rap’s been missin’ its main component
That’s it, they listenin’, name my opponent
Game’s wide open, I’m goin’ for it, won’t blow it
Only got one moment to get ‘em to notice, won’t it
Let ‘em know that Hopie’ll run the show if she focused
So throw raps in limbo, its hero’s here to invoke it
So be sincere with your poems, I’ma show that it’s [?]
Stoic as a soldier but motion ready for battle
I shatter all of your notions of your average rapper
At that, I ravage every single rhyme that I spoke and
I’m noted, it’s a given I ripped it, it’s Hopie Spits-sh*t

Refrain:
(’scuse me miss, what seems to be the problem here)
Rap’s in critical, it lacks the lyrical
But never fear it though, I’m bringin’ miracles stat
I’ma bring it back to the golden days of rap

(Miss, can you recall the perpetrators?)
I’m not a hater but phony rappers and demonstrators
Never fear, clearin’ rap’s name over time
I’ma take it back to the scene of the rhyme