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