Anarchy Nation

[Intro: Cognito & Hopsin]

Yo, Justo hand me that motherfucking Vic bottle

Yeah, Hopsin

Gimme that shit

Yo Cognito

Hopsin

What up?

What's up? West Coast

Anarchy Nation

West Coast in this motherfucker

Funk Volume

Anarchy Nation, Funk Volume (Hahaha)

Makin' me feel like I'm [?] of this motherfuckin' beat

You know what I mean

Come on

[Verse 1: Cognito]

You ever seen a schizophrenic? (Yeah)

Went Valium and liquors blended (Uhuh)

Cool-aid with liquor in it? (Yep)

You're sick but can't admit it? (Ughh)

Fuck the same hoes for three nights straight?

You're on a hooker run (Haha)

And then you drop her off at the same shelter you took her from (Get out!)

Nicked her 'cause she looking dumb (What?)

Brain the size of a cookie crumb (What?)

Tell yourself, "it could be fun" (What?)

It's just a late night nooky run (What?)

Now everybody thinks you're pathetic (Ha)

Maybe they right (Right, haha)

It's just a minor situation to regret later in life (Yes)

You making late night telly runs for nothing (Haha)

While you snorting fresh eighties off her belly button

While avoiding that smelly muffin (Ughh)

You the dirty of the dirtiest slut bags

Wanna pump rags, and nut cup grabs

And but-fucks fags while hittin' it from behind

And let his nut cup sag, dressed in drag

And blamed it on his tough-luck past

And fucked up dad (Ugh, dad!)

Yeah, your issues run deeper than heavy sedation

Off a clinic prescribed medication

You a fucking disgrace, so just face it

[Chorus]

You don't see what I see coming

Anarchy is coming for you

I'm an outcast

An anarchy soldiers strapped up

And letting loose on any motherfucker that act up

You don't see what I see coming

Anarchy is coming for you

And I'm forming a congregation

Your chance is nothing short of an annihilation

You fucking with the Anarchy Nation

[Verse 2: Hopsin]

Yeah, uh

I come tumbling in, 'bout to bubble again

I crumble the pen with writing so I'm under your skin

I'm here (Yo, where the fuck have you been?)

Juggling sin, I'm good now, I could be your most humblest friend

All you haters, watch who the fuck you offend

'Fore I throw you inside a hole ass-naked and shovel you in

I started up a new trend, still didn't puzzle you then

Shit, I ain't 'bout to be fake

Ain't got the guts to pretend

I ought to shove a syringe right in your heart and then drain it, homie

I understand the industry is part entertainment

Pardon my phases, I know I'm a little argument-raising

But our music has died and it's gon' take an artists to save it

I just target the fakest niggas then start an invasion

We all know most of the rappers that are far from amazing

But yeah, we treat 'em like the King of Rap

Fuck the mic, nigga, we could scrap

Stop the hating, I'm just speaking facts

[Chorus]

You don't see what I see coming

Anarchy is coming for you

I'm an outcast

An anarchy soldiers strapped up

And letting loose on any motherfucker that act up

You don't see what I see coming

Anarchy is coming for you

And I'm forming a congregation

Your chance is nothing short of an annihilation

You fucking with the Anarchy Nation

[Verse 3: Cognito]

Homie needs some Red Bull

My eye's always wide except when I'm snoring

I never hit a bitch, I knew that I would regret in the morning (Nope)

They try to tell me to stop poppin' them pills and smoking them ports (Haha)

I'd rather fuck a one-legged hooker with asshole warts (Ughh)

And a glass eye with a peg leg and died of starvation

And got a puss that make a dead fish smell like a carnation (Ughh)

Call me a sick fuck, but sticks and stones

See I'm insultable

And got a dick that could give your girl multiples (Ooo)

Before I told the whore that I'm "outie" (Yep)

Told her it's sort of a hobby (Haha)

When I got bored of the potty (Right)

Escort the whore to the lobby

Then I pat her down, make sure their ain't no recording on me (Nu-huh)

There's always more to a hottie than knives and a gorgeous body

You're pissed off, (Yep) 'cause by the time your bitch gets off (What)

She be callin' me up, complaining how you're limp dick soft (Lil')

She too classy for you and I got the feeling she sorta naughty (Come here, for real)

So I took her 'round the back and we fucking in a porta potty (Right here)

[Chorus]

You don't see what I see coming

Anarchy is coming for you

I'm an outcast

An anarchy soldiers strapped up

And letting loose on any motherfucker that act up

You don't see what I see coming

Anarchy is coming for you

And I'm forming a congregation

Your chance is nothing short of an annihilation

You fucking with the Anarchy Nation