Kumbaya - Hopsin

Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support

When do I drop the torch?

Bless my enemies, which 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 (Yeah)

All of my demons kept on fightin' and scrappin'

Inside of my mind, I was crashin'

Maybe I was having a growth spurt (Uh)

They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don’t work (What?)

I’ve contemplated on whether or not to smoke Purp (No)

Think you sick in the head?

Come visit my shed

I live on the edge, let’s jump, shit, I’ll go first

Mmm, yikes, quite preposterous (Yeah)

White kids soaking up the hype up off it

Hi, I’m Hopsin, I’m obnoxious

I’ve been token like the guy from Boston

Watch me rise to top ten (Yeah)

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 (What?)

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 (Yeah)

Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group (Uh)

I’m handin' beef to niggas like I’m servin' up fast food (Yeah)

I should’ve been spazzed, now the burden has passed through

Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through

But the word on the avenue (What?)

Is now they wanna watch UP

Like a fuckin' pervert in the bathroom

Nigga, ew, yuck (Yuh)

The ladies always tell me I’m a real cunt (Yuh)

These wack motherfuckers, that’s a meal lunch (Yeah)

On every instrumental, I’ma spill guts

And I’m still nuts (Hello)

Like RoboCop’s scrotum

I’m givin' niggas Hell but I really hope I’m not goin'

And if I do, I’m pullin' up with hoes in my foreign

While the Man above is watchin' with his Coke and popcorn

Well I guess I’m a villain, labeled as 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 a sign

'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, which 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 (What?)

Braggin' about some pills and packin' a rifle (What?)

You just gon' be another rapper that dies soon (Boom)

That’s another body off the market

Rigor mortis seen him before police saw 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 piss in 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 nine tucked

Niggas creepin' up, fuck it, I ain’t leavin' survivors

One squeeze and your spine bust (Ugh)

Actually, I don’t want your 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

Dissin' 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 for rude as I?

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

Yes, I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth (Yah)

Fuck all y’all, I’ma let my cock disperse

I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge

And only time I’m worn out is when it’s Hopsin merch

I’m a villain, labeled as 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 a sign

'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, which 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»

Boom!

That’s another body off the market