[Intro] What if I told you I was crazy? Or a bit strange? Would you believe me? Or what if I told you it was you that have breached the boundaries of reality? And it is I who is perfectly sane, Hah!
[Hook] I'm trapped in a world that I don't want to be in but I know that there's no way out It burns inside every time I rhyme, but there's no way out (No way out) My brain is not insane but I'm insane if you know what I'm saying (Lucifer!) I swear this is not my fault
[Verse 1] In this game we call hip hop everything's twisted You rap about drugs and guns and people listen You mention how you flossing your whip and how you dip it And your biggest vices become their addiction Why? Who knows, but you gotta supply it You gotta provide it because you know they'll buy it They don't like the good, there in love with the bad side Like how many niggas you done clapped last night And how many chicks you hit from the back side How many keys do you need to get your cash right? I guess crime pays these days, so don't get upset when I talk this way I'mma say whatever I want, whenever I want, to whoever I want, these are just my devilish thoughts I'm not looking for salvation, I'm just a really good person in a fucked up situation
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[Verse 2] If it's not yours, whose fault is it? My brain's a nice home with a rude dog in it Yea I had a couple of rules, the rules all bended When I shake my head can't you hear the screws lost in it? I done spent years working on this new raw image Tightening up my sinister groove ya'll witnessed As time goes on I get much stupider And yes, I guess I'm just a product of the Lucifer effect Because all these rappers out now are way too cocky So I have to do this shit I do to make you watch me And if you wack with a record deal I think you robbed me So will Hopsin come and break you? Probably There's been enough beef up in this industry but shit I'm bout to make more It's what I threw my life away for And those of you who killed hip hop caused this shit Now I'm bout to merc you on the track and off of it
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[Verse 3] This ain't my fault, hip hop made me do it Lose it, now my whole fucking life is ruined Hold up, just because you don't do the same shit they do You wanna break rules, and run around trying to blame who? Me? Hip hop? I fucking tried to save you Now your acting like I never even tried to Oh, so you're that nigga hip-hop? I should bomb on you, you should get your fucking shit knocked (Shi-et) You're the reason why my album won't drop You're the reason why I never ever was hot Stop! Don't blame me cause you ain't hot (Man!) You don't know how the new age rocks And your label isn't dropping you cause there's a chance that you may flop I'd actually be really surprised if you made guap up in this industry See now motherfucker you're kidding me Your opinion really doesn't mean shit to me (Shut tha fuck up!) Because I could merc any beat on any day Rumor has it that your ass is dead anyway For saying that you deserve to die We got Soulja Boy, Tyga, Young Berg and Plies Shawty Low, Bow Wow, Yung Joc and the rest You think I'm dead? I should put a hole in your chest, bitch Come on hip hop they aren't real rappers They're entertainers, actors, pure laughter I think I got this shit mastered You thinking differently then you got this shit backwards Then if I got this shit backwards Then all of the above Will be irrelevant to you trying too hard to be a thug You trying to blame me for shit that I didn't do? Maybe this game isn't meant for you It may be true, but hey I really don't give a shit Far as I know you're dead, live with it