Hopsin - Ill Mind of Hopsin lyrics
[Hopsin - Ill Mind of Hopsin lyrics]
Who am I? Why am I even here, man?
Okay, let's take a trip through my mind and
See what we find yeah okay yo
In high school
Marcus wasn't a helpful student
He dropped out 'cause teachers would
Never help him through it
And if I don't save this rap
Game who else would do it?
This is my motherfucking world, welcome to it
If you thinking that Hop's wack
Then you is hating
And what the fuck do my contacts
Have to do with Satan? I want a bitch with a
Bomb ass and some lubrication a loverboy
You see I'm that but I'm rude and blatant
Now you listen here: I started
A movement this year
I will fuck you up if you interfere
You been a queer your whole fucking life
And I'll kick you into gear
You trying to prove you a lunatic? Ooh
I'm oozing in fear!
You on some sloppy-clown bitch shit:
I'll rip your head off
Poke a stick through it
Then beat the rest of your body down with it
I start violence
Cops come with the loud sirens
Now I have to hop a barbed wire fence
They find me in the broke down
Car I had been hiding in
Homicide is now the charge I'm against
Walk up to the jail cell with
The guard I am with he pushes me in and then
The bar slide and sit
This new age of rappers, all
They wanna do is floss, why?
Swearing they're the boss guy
Thinking that they're all fly
You, Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy
This Asher Roth guy normally I would mind
But this time I've lost mine
Who the hell is he? The biggest
Hater that you'll ever meet white contacts
So you motherfuckers remember me
Lyrics put together so cleverly
You will never be on my level
I chop all of you rappers to celery
Fake thugs rap like: "I'll let
The Glock spit at you
Just got out the pen' 'cause I
Move how real niggas move" no, don't lie
'cause it hurts when you get the truth
You got out the pen' and
Wrote a verse with it, didn't you?
Fuck life, you can't tell me nothing
I'll shove a knife in your back and
Leave it poking out through your belly-button
Sir, your daughter wasn't that reluctant
You see this 8-inch dick bulging
Out of my pants? Well, she sucked it
I went to Wal-Mart with a Visa card
Bought your wife a leotard
And made her try it on to get my penis hard
I'm pissed enough
I can never find a bitch to fuck
I beat my dick a lot
That's why only my right wrist is buff
I go dumb off of two packs of Now and Laters
Then fight niggas like I was
The black Power Ranger head to the lake then
Wrestle a couple alligators
Then run through the woods
Butt naked so what, pal? It's nature
Why the fuck would I collab witchu?
Yeah, you're good friends with Marcus but
Hopsin don't wanna rap witchu!
You're full of shit like some ass-tissue
And you're a bitch when you go to
Studios you bring your dad with you
No! Unacceptable, now watch me wreck a flow
Niggas be hating 'cause I'm balling
Just like my testicles word is bond
The way I'm on this mic and serving bombs
I might as well have an
Osama bin Laden turban on
Fuck, yes yes, fuck yes, fuck yes
Fuck yes, man, I'm out
Okay, let's take a trip through my mind and
See what we find yeah okay yo
In high school
Marcus wasn't a helpful student
He dropped out 'cause teachers would
Never help him through it
And if I don't save this rap
Game who else would do it?
This is my motherfucking world, welcome to it
If you thinking that Hop's wack
Then you is hating
And what the fuck do my contacts
Have to do with Satan? I want a bitch with a
Bomb ass and some lubrication a loverboy
You see I'm that but I'm rude and blatant
Now you listen here: I started
A movement this year
I will fuck you up if you interfere
You been a queer your whole fucking life
And I'll kick you into gear
You trying to prove you a lunatic? Ooh
I'm oozing in fear!
You on some sloppy-clown bitch shit:
I'll rip your head off
Poke a stick through it
Then beat the rest of your body down with it
I start violence
Cops come with the loud sirens
Now I have to hop a barbed wire fence
They find me in the broke down
Car I had been hiding in
Homicide is now the charge I'm against
Walk up to the jail cell with
The guard I am with he pushes me in and then
The bar slide and sit
This new age of rappers, all
They wanna do is floss, why?
Swearing they're the boss guy
Thinking that they're all fly
You, Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy
This Asher Roth guy normally I would mind
But this time I've lost mine
Who the hell is he? The biggest
Hater that you'll ever meet white contacts
So you motherfuckers remember me
Lyrics put together so cleverly
You will never be on my level
I chop all of you rappers to celery
Fake thugs rap like: "I'll let
The Glock spit at you
Just got out the pen' 'cause I
Move how real niggas move" no, don't lie
'cause it hurts when you get the truth
You got out the pen' and
Wrote a verse with it, didn't you?
Fuck life, you can't tell me nothing
I'll shove a knife in your back and
Leave it poking out through your belly-button
Sir, your daughter wasn't that reluctant
You see this 8-inch dick bulging
Out of my pants? Well, she sucked it
I went to Wal-Mart with a Visa card
Bought your wife a leotard
And made her try it on to get my penis hard
I'm pissed enough
I can never find a bitch to fuck
I beat my dick a lot
That's why only my right wrist is buff
I go dumb off of two packs of Now and Laters
Then fight niggas like I was
The black Power Ranger head to the lake then
Wrestle a couple alligators
Then run through the woods
Butt naked so what, pal? It's nature
Why the fuck would I collab witchu?
Yeah, you're good friends with Marcus but
Hopsin don't wanna rap witchu!
You're full of shit like some ass-tissue
And you're a bitch when you go to
Studios you bring your dad with you
No! Unacceptable, now watch me wreck a flow
Niggas be hating 'cause I'm balling
Just like my testicles word is bond
The way I'm on this mic and serving bombs
I might as well have an
Osama bin Laden turban on
Fuck, yes yes, fuck yes, fuck yes
Fuck yes, man, I'm out