Lyrics:
I'm out of my mind
All my doctors advise me to take meds
Or ya'll gunna die
A slow painful death until ya face red
You won't look alive
I don't give
man a square
If I press him - he stop that
(Gon' stop) Uh
Illest of minds, they afraid when I Hopsin
Keep a lil' Mac by my side, we can box then
This be
And i fear it's inevitable
I’ll end up Forgettable
Die with regrets and I’m full of feats
That are unmemorable
Peaks that unmeasurable at the seams,
I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five
Sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise
I got a cherry popsicle right on time
A big stick, mamma,
I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five
Sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise
I got a cherry popsicle right on time
A big stick, mamma,
I can make a man forsake his country and flag
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag
Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill
But
to serve u like a waiter
I'll put any wager that ill become major
A straight paper chaser
I move like speed racer
I walk a straight line like a laser
The way
purpose find kiya, unbind jo bhi tha inside, ill mind jaise hopsin, skills mere fine jaise blacksmith,
Laqeer pe vishwaas nahi, rap karta mai aaj bhi
the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere, Feleena has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll
conversation
By the way you bitin' on your lip just gave me confirmation (mm)
What's that Chanel 5? Very sexy fragrance
Are those your real eyes? Can tell
they will not fight
My appetite is ready for the kimbo slice
Uh, I stay raw like hopsin
I got the fire like Mr. Constantine
I cause choas like
your eye sore
You're getting choked by the mic cord
I got at least three mics so that means we fighting
You come for me, better be rewriting
If we go
the Red Angels of N-Y City
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Not even five enforcement agencies can save
Back of the room
Looking at you
Counting the steps
Between us
A hundred and five
Little blades in a line
From your skin to mine
And I feel
blink
Cause i'm so mean
Ah shit boy, you best not toy
I made it on the scene, by being ultra mean
I'm po don't make me angry, i'll take away your blanky
profits
Got a few girls and they all from the tropics
Got a bad bitch and she just another option
Got an ill mind so they wanna call me Hopsin
Get up out my
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
off like an acrobat on a trapeze
And I'll be lashing back like a Shaq attack on these rap beats
You thought that I was done with completely being
Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik, The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labeled me a hoe
flowers in the room
I'll make sure I leave the door unlocked
Now I'm on the way, swear I won't be late
I'll be there by five o'clock
Oh, you've been
long, but I still don't know who Hopsin is
How come I'm the one my teachers used to have a problem with?
I show my music to different labels, they ain't
(Ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh) Got that gypsy blood, always chasing thunder
I remember when twenty-five
Was forever in my mind
I wish I could go back in time
here by the phone, dawg
You know you never used to call
Keep it that way now
I'll treat you like you're dead right now
I'm on your head right now
it's six hole in your casket
Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with
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