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letra de ill mind of hopsin - hopsin

[intro]
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.

[verse]
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 motherf-cking world, welcome to it
if you thinking that hop’s whack, then you is hating
and what the f-ck do my contacts have to do with satan?
i want a b-tch with a bomb -ss 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 f-ck you up if you interfere
you been a queer your whole f-cking 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 b-tch sh-t: 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 slides in
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 h-ll is he? the biggest hater that you’ll ever meet
white contacts, so you motherf-ckers 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 n-ggas move”
no, don’t lie, ’cause it hurts when you hear the truth
you got out the pen and wrote a verse with it, didn’t you?
f-ck life, you can’t tell me nothing
i’ll shove a knife in your back and leave it poking out through your belly-b-tton
sir, your daughter wasn’t that reluctant
you see this 8-inch d-ck 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 p-n-s hard
i’m p-ssed enough, i can never find a b-tch to f-ck
i beat my d-ck a lot, that’s why only my right wrist is buff
i go dumb off of two packs of now and laters
then fight n-ggas like i was the black power ranger
head to the lake then wrestle a couple alligators
then run through the woods b-tt-naked; so what, pal? it’s nature
why the f-ck would i collab witchu?
yeah, you’re good friends with marcus but hopsin don’t wanna rap witchu!
you’re full of sh-t like some -ss-tissue
and you’re a b-tch when you go to studios you bring your dad with you
no! unacceptable, now watch me wreck a flow
n-ggas be hating ’cause i’m balling just like my t-st-cl-s
word is bond, the way i’m on this mic and serving bombs
i might as well have an osama bin laden turban on

- hopsin

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