Chamillionaire - The Ill Mind Of Koopa lyrics

rate me

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.