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Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 Lyrics – Hopsin

    Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 Lyrics in English

    Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 is a popular song by Hopsin from the 2010 album Raw. In this song Hopsin rhymes about the current problems that exist in the society, especially among youth. He further goes on to acknowledge the effects that media, himself, and other rappers have on society. Check words to Hopsin Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 Lyrics in English below.

    Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 Lyrics – Hopsin 

    [Verse 1]
    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 bumpin’ Raw with the shit blarin’
    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 takin’ the full blame
    ‘Cause most of you chumps runnin’ around here ain’t never had strict parents
    All of your brain cells rottin’ from weed
    You feelin’ 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?
    Prolly drinkin’ and smokin’ out with your crew and chillin’
    With clueless women you tryin’ to bang, bumpin’ 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 — give me it!
    Do you even have any goals
    Aside from baggin’ these hoes and packin’ a bowl?
    Well, let me guess — no
    You’re only in school because your parents make you go
    When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with the bros
    Yo, society’s got you livin’ for a wack cause
    You’re a fuckin’ 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 somethin’ up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
    Then you complain about your life ’cause it ain’t gettin’ 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 lowlives, don’t act surprised
    Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice

    [Verse 2]
    Girls, stop actin’ like you want a guy
    With traits like Romeo — bitch, that’s a fuckin’ lie!
    You always talk about how every man’s fake and you can’t take it
    And you want somethin’ 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 shakin’
    Pullin’ a lowlife nigga who claim he cash-makin’
    ‘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 frontin’ 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 Corona’s
    They always shoutin’ 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
    Talkin’ about, “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 findin’ is to stop searchin’
    Try a new formula, ’cause your last one’s not workin’
    [Verse 3]
    The term “real nigga” is publicly used
    And I need to know what it means, ’cause I’m fuckin’ confused
    Are you one for always bustin’ your tool
    With nothin’ to lose and somethin’ to prove
    To homies up in your crew?
    Is it because you’re sellin’ 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 hustlin’ 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 actin’ 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 fightin’, rappin’ 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 nothin’
    Livin’ life in these streets, thuggin’
    And starting shit with anybody mean-muggin’
    Look at you, a real nigga, thinkin’ 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 being 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
    [Verse 4]
    To all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong
    You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song
    You go to prowl 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 rollin’ out with your tongue
    The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong
    All you menacin’ 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 makin’ 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 tryin’ to reveal mine
    I can guide you if you feel blind
    I just need you to be willin’ to journey into my ill mind


    Writer(s): Hopsin (Marcus Jamal Hopson)


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