The Ill Mind Of Koopa Lyrics - Chamillionaire

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'd love to be called a rappers but rappers are really groupies 

And groupies wanna be rappers 

Call me a rapper loosely 

Wouldn't wanna be in a similar category 

Of anyone with a story 

For Jerry Springer or Maury 

Story's a made up story 

Your story don't add up for me 

We in a world where publicity stunting is mandatory 

Either you're super Dave or a stupid slave 

Or acting a stupid slave cuz ya trying to be super paid 

Listened to all ya tunes what is this autotune 

If this was the NBA then you all woulda got a broom 

Woulda Swept ya right out the series 

For copying other plays 

It worked for the other team 

So you trying to throw up a tre 

I would empty the bench and replace all you clowns any day 

Who told you you could be Jesus shuttles worth anyway 

Think ya balling you Bynum look at ya Andrew 

You tried to play all ya cards but look what ya hand drew 

Is it the love or the money why you in the game fool 

You can ball but you money won't buy you an ankle 

A loss ima hand you cuz the stupidness man do 

But see there's an amount of stupidness that I can handle 

You should give an example 

Everyones an example 

Pure as a virgin until they get ran through 

Ugh if ya hoping to see me miss 

Hoping to see me fail 

Hope that you get ya wish 

Those sleeping on me 

Should be sleeping on this 

Help you to make ya bed 

Help you to dig a ditch 

Those who never ever don't anything on my list 

They can say what they want 

They don't even exist 

Hope that you keep my name on the tip of your bottom lip 

You can jump off a cliff 

Hope ya parachute doesn't fit 

And even some I respect 

Would lose it all for a check 

And then not even get the check 

Reason to get upset 

But ain't gettin emotional 

I'm just not being sociable 

Even though that's what Nancy my publicist say I'm supposed to do 

Excuse me if I don't wanna do the interview 

They see through and I'm the one that got the inner view 

But Koopa how can you talk because we ain't been hearing you 

You know it always gets hotter after the winters through 

They say you're a genius 

I say you're a Beavis No pledging allegiance 

They'll say you're the meanest But they don't even mean it 

You know that they really gon ride a wave when convinient 

I'm glad that everybody learned how to surf 

But I'm shark under that water that's emerging to murk 

Fresh like I'm allergic to dirt 

So when I kill em all I'll try not to get blood on my shirt 

Every verse is a keeper 

Ain't a price for a feature 

I just do em to do em 

My pockets don't really need ya 

If dissing is your procedure 

Promise you I'll delete ya 

Trying to stay in my lane but you mention me and it's either 

Yeah I'll set up corpse 

You can go pick the artist 

I'll wet up the charts 

Never said I was perfect I'm not better than y'all 

But if we talking bout rapping that not better is false 

If money talks what is your conversation 

Cuz you show me you got a real lack of communication 

Rappers, I appreciate inspiration 

As long as they don't confuse inspiration for 

Immatation 

The thought or the implication of that would be blasphemous 

Snatch the words out the mouth of whoever vocab it is 

If that rapping is rap I'm unrappinng they packages 

Then I repackage it up just to show ya what rapping 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 definition you calling that a musician 

Listen I'm on a mission 

So you just get in the car 

Voices all in my ear say try not to get involved 

Didn't give me the option but ima get rid of ya 

The I'll mind of Koopa is telling me Killem-all