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Chamillionaire - The Ill Mind Of Koopa Lyrics

Chamillitary salute, andy nance warrup g, I see you
Yeah it’s fin to go down, journey through my ill mind

You know a rapper don’t even introduce me
I know you think I’m a rapper, the title don’t really suit me
I love to be called a rapper, but rappers are really groupies
And groupie wanna be rappers, call me a rapper loosly
Don’t wanna be in a similar category
Of anyone with a story for Jerry Springer or Mory
Stories are made up stories, your story don’t add up for me
We in the war with publicity, stunting is mandatory
Either you super dave or a stupid slave
Or acting a stupid slave cause you tryina be super paid
Listenin to all your tunes, what is this? Auto tune
If this was the nba, then you all would have got a broom
Would have swept you right out the series for copying another plays
And work for the other team, so you tryina throw up the tray
I would of empty the bench, replace all you clowns any day
Who told you could be jesus, shadow work anyway
Think you ballin, you bottom, look at you andrew
Try to play all your cards, look what your hand drew
Is it the love of the money, why you in the game fool
You could ball but the money won’t buy you an ankle
A loss on my handle, cause the stupid the man do
But see there’s an amount of stupidness I can handle
You should give an example, everyone’s an example

Pure as a virgin until they get ran through
Ah, if you hopin to see me miss, hopin to see me fail
Hope that you get your wish, those sleepin on me
Should be sleepin on this
Help you to make your bed, help you to dig your bitch
Those who never ever did anything on my list
They can say what they want they don’t even exist
Hoep that you keep my name off the tip of your bottom lip
You can jump off a cliff, hope your parachute doesn’t fit
Even some I respect, will loose it all for a check
And they’ll not even get the check, reason to get upset
I ain’t getting emotional, I’m just not beein social
Even though that’s what nancy my publicist say what I’m sposed to do
Excuse me cause I don’t wanna do the interview
They see through it and I’m the one that got the inner view
But Koopa how can you talk cause we ain’t been hearin you
You know it always gets harder after the winners’ through
They say you’re a genius, I say you a beavis
No pledging allegiance, they say you the meanest
But they don’t even mean it
You know that they really gonna ride the wave andconvenient
I’m glad everybody learned how to surf
But I’m a shark under that water, that’s emerging the murk
Fresh, like I’m allergic to dirt, so when I kill em all
I try not to get blood on my shirt
Every verse is a keeper, ain’t a price for a feature
I just do it to do it, my pockets don’t really need you
If dissin you procedure, promise you I’ll delete you
Tryina stay in my lane, you mention me and it’s ether
Yeah, I’ll set up the corpse, you can go pick up the artist
I win out the charts, never said I was perfect, I’m not better than y’all
But if you talk about rappin, that not better is false
The money talks, what is your conversation
Cause you showed me you got a real lack of communication
And rappers, I appreciate inspiration
As long as you don’t confuse inspiration with immitation
The thought of the implications of that is blasphemist
Snatch the words out the mouth of whoever vocab it is
That rappin is wrap em wrappin the packages
And I repackeged it up, just to show you what rappin is
Competition, we should start a petition
For every person that’s still in a major label position
Obvious that you idiots never paid for tuition
You switched up the definitin
You calling that a musician?
Listen, I’m on a mission, so you just get in the car
Voices all in my ear saying try not to get involved
Didn’t gave me an option, but I’ma get rid of y’all
The ill mind of koopa is tellin me kill em all.
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