Ill Mind of Hopsin 5

Man, I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumping RAW, with the shit blaring Saying, "Fuck school," and droppin' out like a miscarriage I'm embarrassed, and I'm ashamed, I played a part in this devilish game Makin' your common sense perish, but I ain't taking the full blame 'Cause, most of you chumps runnin' around, here ain't never had strict parents All of your brain cells, rotting from weed You feeling like, if you ain't got it, life's not as complete You havin' sex with every, motherfuckin', body, you see With a past so dark, that Satan'd jump out of his seat But still, you out in these streets, thinkin' you hot as can be Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep Makin' sure your lame swag is all polished and clean While your favorite rapper's like, "Yeah, he got it from me" You been brainwashed by a fake life, that you're used to livin' When I say the word fun, what do you envision? Probably drinking and smoking, out with your crew And chilling with clueless women, you trying to bang Bumping new edition, is that all you think life really is? Well, if so, then you're a fuckin' idiot I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain, gimme it! Do you even have any goals? Aside from bagging these hos, and packing a bowl? Well, let me guess, no You're only in school, because your parents make you go And, all you do is play beer pong, and hang out with your bros Yo, society's got you living for a whack 'cause You're a fucking adult, with no skills at all You don't read any books, or play ball You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all Still you fiend, for the glamorous fruits You don't have, 'cause you idolize rappers, that do And all they say is, "I got money, and it's stacked to the roof" And now, you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later Then, you complain about your life, 'cause it ain't getting catered Now, whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's, a hater You wanna succeed, you have to try Or one day, you'll get older, and regret it all 'Cause you can't provide Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice Girls, stop acting like you want a guy, with traits like Romeo Bitch, that's a fucking lie You always talk about how every man's fake And, you can't take it, and you want something real Shut up, tramp, save it Twice a week, you put on your makeup and damn bracelets And head to the club, half-naked, with your ass shaking Pulling a lowlife nigga, who claim he cash making 'Til, you let him hit, and find out he work at the gas station One of them niggas got you pregnant, and you can't raise it But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement You want Romeo, then act patient And stop fronting like he in the club, posted in the back, waitin' It's the club, where guys put on a new persona After they get loaded, with a few Coronas They always shouting, and wild out with habits, that very few condone of Then, they look for beautiful, brainless bitches, like you, to bone 'em Then, when they leave you, you cry and cry Talking 'bout "Oh my God, I can't find a guy "I've spent so many years, and I've tried and tried" "Why am I even on earth? I should die" You want Romeo, you're not worthy You're cock-thirsty You're nasty, and probably got herpes Sometimes the secret to find, is to stop searching Try a new formula, 'cause your last one's not working The term Real Nigga's publicly used And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused Are you one for always busting your tool? With nothing to lose and something to prove, to homies up in your crew? Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot? And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed? Like it's fun to be you? But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling, through? Nah, you hamster-ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve 'Cause, you in the streets, acting like a Neanderthal It's clear, you can't stand the law You're lost, as an abandoned dog And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball I can't even fuck with you, 'cause if we out in public You gon' get caught stealin' some shit, and get my ass in trouble, too You'll get old, and be nothing Living life in these streets Thugging and starting shit, with anybody mean mugging Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool Girls used to turn me down, for guys who were like you 'Til, you grab their heart, and shove a spearhead right through Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move Your real nigga talk seems bogus A real nigga don't brag about bein' real, as long as he knows it And his future doesn't seem hopeless A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused So all you rappers, whose soul is out in the wrong You inspire the issue, I wrote about in this song You go to pile on the young, who roam around in the slums See, this is what happens, when rap's overcrowded with bums Hope the hour is long, when I'm rolling out with your tongue The man, above is my guide You know the power is strong All you menacing, freaks are only in it for cheese And the mass control, limit was breached, fuck hip-hop They only in it for cheese And any eyewitness can see They purposely, making the innocent weak My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me Yo, we need to make a change, while there's still time It is hard, and sometimes, I struggle trying to reveal mine I can guide you, if you feel blind I just need you to be willing to journey, into my ill mind