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letra de ill mind of hopsin 3 - hopsin

they tell me that my vibe is too dark, my eyes are too harsh
that’s all i ever hear when i rhyme a few bars
i kinda live a rapper’s life, sh-t, minus two cars
and free girls to f-ck
’cause where i’m from the hynas do charge
my label hyped me up
and told me i had about twelve hits—they lied
’cause when my f-ckin’ album dropped, i didn’t sell sh-t
well, b-tch, you tried to f-ck my life up? you nailed it!
’cause you didn’t promote my record
and i don’t know who the h-ll did
you shoulda hired tanner guinn, yup, hop is mad again
just enough to leave your little skull frame hammered in
see, this is what happens when i take that little magic pen
and get to scribblin’ psychotic lines worth some damagin’
i hate to tell you, but you are crazy
you were born as a r-t-rd baby
and when i come around, you start shaking
’cause you’re a b-tch who dates hard ladies
with big beards who say, “arr, matey!”
yo, pillow man the alias hopsin has been the signature
i’m far from similar to you n-ggas whose flow is minature
you’ll be diminished for crossin’ limits on my perimeter
i’m not a gimmick, i’m a committed, demented, sinister
it’s funk volume, now what?
if you thinkin’ that rap’s officially dead, you haven’t found us
we built the movement from the ground up, your sound sucks
until now we let you slide, but you’re now f-cked
it’s just reality, you posers done been wack
i hold it down like my b-n-r in gym cl-ss
and f-ck wayne! man, i’m doper than his -ss
him, nicki, and drake can get thrown over a cliff fast
you got cash? big whoop-dee-f-ckin’-doo!
if i had a knife right now, it would be stuck in you
yo, you ain’t gonna like this corner that you pushed me up into
’cause all you rap about’s how you beat the p-ssy up and ooze
f-ck your fast car, your cheap singin’
you keep sayin’ the same sh-t, while t-painin’
and we bangin’ simply because it’s all we hear
man, look at all these queers
the sh-t is so watered-down i developed soggy ears
k!ll me! sh-t, i’m waitin’ to die, b-tches
i hate on all you rappers who made it, ’cause i didn’t
and i admit it, man, i ain’t gon’ bullsh-t y’all
as long as you walkin’ away sayin’ that fool spits raw
yo, i’m from the west, i throw up the w and i stay hot
but still ain’t mentioned
with nipsey hu$$le, gl-sses, or jay rock
what i gotta do, dig ‘pac up out of his grave spot
and wear his face as a mask to my next show to create props?
people always ask why do i sound mad
’cause i ain’t got a girlfriend with a round -ss
and all my f-ckin’ dinners come in a brown bag
how sad! i need a crossroad to get found at
most rappers be in a six-four
i prefer a big horse, lit torch, and a pitchfork
while you out late workin’ your shift when the kids snore
i’m f-ckin’ your wife while the b-tch snorts
wearin’ swim shorts
i got a message on facebook from some lame guy
and he was like, “hopsin, dude! i f-cking hate life!
i wanna rap, but i have stage fright, and i can barely write
and i never make music that the babes like!
and when i come home from school, i wait ’til late night
and bump your music really super-loud
and paint my face white
for real, bro, if you just help me, dude
i swear to god, i’ll do anything you tell me to!”
whoa, don’t hit me up tryna suck my d-ck!
’cause i’m a guy, and i would rather f-ck five chicks
with some plump nice t-ts and the b-tt size thick
so i can hit the g-spot that only tough guys hit
so if you hear a rumor that i rape mics, it’s true
when i drop raw, that will be the day i get sued
damon elliot, i might as well just say bye to you
f-ck the industry! go out and get haywire too!

- hopsin

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