Hopsin – Kumbaya

Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch?
Bless my enemies with whom I mop the floor with?
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, shit
Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, woo

I done left it all behind me in Cali’ while yellin’ “Goodbye” to my family, I had to do a little soul search
All of my demons kept on fighting and scrapping inside of my mind, I was crashing
Maybe I was having a growth spurt
They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don’t work
I’ve contemplated on whether or not to smoke Purp
Think you sick in the head? Come visit my shit
I live on the edge, let’s jump, shit, I’ll go first
Mmm, yikes, quite preposterous
White kids soaking up the hype up off it
Hi, I’m Hopsin, I’m obnoxious
I been toking like the guy from Boston
Watch me rise the [?]
You know what I mean? Ain’t no one like me
I’ma turn all of my haters to some overnight fiends
I done made a lot of money from exposing my grief
Flow catch bodies like it’s COVID-19, nigga
Bitch, listen, I’m exerting the gas fumes
I’m the asshole who goes to work in a bad mood
Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group
I’m handin’ beef to niggas like I’m serving up fast food
I should’ve been spazzin’, now the burden has passed through
Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through
But the word on the avenue
Is now they wanna watch you pee like a fuckin’ pervert in the bathroom, nigga
Ew, yuck
The ladies always tell me I’m a real cunt
These wack motherfuckers, that’s a meal, munch
On every instrumental, I’ma spill guts
And I’m still nuts
Like RoboCop, scrotum
I’m givin’ niggas hell but I really hope I’m not goin’
And if I do I’m pullin’ up with ho’s in my foreign
Why the man above is watchin’ with his Coke and popcorn

Well I guess I’m a villain, labeled a strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged
Labeled as someone you might put to shame
Labeled a freak who’s unable to change
I’m sick in the head, I’m sick with the grind
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light, give me your sun
‘Cause I got way too much shit on my mind
And I’ma get it all out

Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch?
Bless my enemies with whom I mop the floor with?
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, shit
Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, woo

I been noticing a shift in the industry
Too many niggas who appear to be gritty, flashin’ they nice jewels
Braggin’ about some pills and packin’ a rifle
You just gon’ be another rapper that die soon
*Boom* That’s another body off the market
Rigor mortis [?] before we sell the carcass
Some of these niggas really ’bout it
They gon’ show you all the corners
Now your mamma gotta see you droppin’ slowly on a harness
Shit, it might be me next, I really mean it
The reject that you all love, I ain’t He-Man
Some niggas ain’t got a pissy pot they can pee in
They hate the planet so they come at you lookin’ for revenge
That’s why I gotta go to sleep with the nines up
Niggas creepin’, fuck it, I ain’t leavin’ survivors
Once squeeze and your spine bust
Ugh, actually, no one shoot dirty corpse on my carpet
Get the fuck out of here
My attitude is that of a Hulk smash
Mixed with Tony Montana snortin’ bags of his coke stash
If it’s true that I’m a savage at cold rap
I might as well rock a white jacket and Pulp hat
Dissing me is like having your throat gagged
And fucked ’til your insides saggin’ and prolapse
Big and Pac was a tragedy, no cap
But hearing me rap is like havin’ ’em both back
Yeah, so how can you deny, not [?] desire
Livin’ on Cloud Nine, better believe the altitude is high
Niggas say “The game’s better, Hopsin, now that you’ve arrived”
‘Bout to lace you motherfuckers with an album you can buy
Guess I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth
Fuck all ya’ll, I’ma let my cock disperse
I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge
And only time I’m worn is out is when it’s Hopsin merch

I’m a villain, labeled a strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged
Labeled as someone you might put to shame
Labeled a freak who’s unable to change
I’m sick in the head, I’m sick with the grind
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light, give me your sun
‘Cause I got way too much shit on my mind
And I’ma get it all out

Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch?
Bless my enemies with whom I mop the floor with?
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, shit
Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, woo

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