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It’s us, find power
Live life, mind power
It’s us, find power
Live life, mind power

Yo, fuck anybody I might alarm
Life is a tour, I sit and ride along
Taking some notes and then I write the song
I’m staring down the road my life has gone
Is this where I belong?
Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong?
My mental state is fucking me up
And I pry the problem while asking you for some answers
But we don’t have that type of bond
That my desires gone with the way that I’ve been living lately
If I died right now, you’d turn the fire on
Sick of this bullshit, niggas call me a sellout
Cause I hopped on Christianity so strongly then I fell out
Now I’m avoiding questions like a scared dog with his tail down
Feeling so damn humiliated because they looking at me like I’m hellbound
What story should I tell now? I’ll just expose the truth
I'm so close to the fucking edge, I should be close to you
But who the fuck are You? You never showed the proof
And I’m only fucking human yo, what am I supposed to do?
There’s way too many different religions with vivid descriptions
Begging all fucking men and women to listen
I can’t even beat my dick without getting convicted
These ain’t wicked decisions, I got different intentions
I've been itching to get it, I’ve been given assistance
But the whole fucking system is twisted
Now I’m dealing with this backlash because Marcus isn't a Christian
And I’ve been told that my sinful life is an addiction
But I can’t buy it, it’s just too hard to stand beside it
I need an answer and humans can’t provide it
I look at the Earth and Sun and I can tell a genius man designed it
It’s truly mind blowing, I can’t deny it
Is heaven real? Is it fake? Is it really how I fantasize it?
Where’s the Holy Ghost at? How long it take Man to find it?
My mind’s a nonstop tape playing and I can’t rewind it
You gave me a Bible and expect me not to analyze it
I’m frustrated and you provoked it
I’m not reading that motherfucking book because a human wrote it
I have a fucking brain, you should know it
You gave it to me to think to avoid every useless moment
It was a mission that I had to abort
Cause humans be lying with such an inaccurate source
It’s gon’ be hard to put me back on the course
Next Jehovah’s Witness to come on my porch
I swear I’m slammin’ the door
A lot of folks believe it though, but I’m not surprised
Humans are fucking dumb, still thinking that Pac’s alive
I ain’t trying to take your legacy and torch it down
I’m just saying: I ain’t heard shit from the horse’s mouth
Just sheep always telling stories of older guys
Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized
Now I’m supposed to bow my head and close my eyes
And somehow let the Holy Ghost arise
Sounds like a fucking Poltergeist
Show yourself and then boom it's done
Every rumor’s gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you’re the One
I’ll admit that my sinful ways was stupid fun
And all my old habits can hop onto of a roof to plunge
I’ll donate to a charity that could use the funds
Fuck the club, instead of bitches I’d hang with a group of nuns
And everyone that I ran into would know what I came to do
I wouldn't take a step unless it was in the name of You
I hate the fact that I have to believe
You haven’t been chatting with me like you did Adam and Eve
And I ain’t seen no fucking talking snake unravel from trees
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me
I don’t know if you do or don’t exist, it is driving me crazy
Send your condolences, this is me reaching to you so don’t forget
If hell is truly your pit of fire and I get thrown in it
I’mma probably regret the fact that I ever wrote this shit
My gut feeling says it’s all fake
I hate to say it but fuck it, shit I done lost faith
This isn’t a small phase, my perspective’s all changed
My thoughts just keep picking shit apart all day
And in my mind I make perfect sense
If you aren’t real then all my prayers aren’t worth a cent
That would mean that I could just make up what my purpose is
And I could just sit in church and say “fuck” in the services
Man what if Jesus was a facade?
Then that would mean the government’s god
I feel like they’ve been brainwashing us with a lot
So much that we don’t even notice that we’re stuck in the box
Man everything is “what if”, why is it always “what if”
Planet Earth “what if”, the universe “what if”
My sacrifice “what if”, my afterlife “what if”
Every fucking thing that deals with you is fucking suspect
I’m fucking done, I’m fucking done
This is my fucking life and I’m living it, I’m having fun
If you really care for me, prove that I need to live carefully
But I’ll be damned if I put my own pleasure aside for an afterlife that isn’t even guaranteed
We are you, and you’re us, stop playing games
My life’s all I got, and heaven is all in my brain
And when I feel I am in hell, my ideas are what get me through pain
Do as you please, and I’ll just do me
I’m a human, I’ll stay in my lane
Ill mind

It’s us, find power
Live life, mind power
It’s us, find power
Live life, mind power

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journey into my world, yeaaaah.
but don't ride my dick, oooooo!
don't ride my dick!
don't ride my dick!
[verse 1]
i'm thee undeniable hot nigga
who making hip-hop illa
the spot filler
i smash rapper's out and got sicker.
hopzilla
im like mischievous prop-getter
i'm probably gonna get popped by biggie's & pac's killer
look at my pockets fill up
now imma drop realer
i remember the days when bitches would not pick up the phone
and i would call them
now hoes are not a problem
i rose up from the bottom
"hey bro, you're fucking awesome"
but i ain't here to brag about new port for two doors
you let em kill em
now im about to bring a few more
it's time you feel my true force
from gallyways to new york
now you gon' kiss my ass like you tried to make do yours
bitch you want to act a beef
thank you for attacking me
i know im quick to get out of line like i have to pee
its obvious i got your heart pumping
i may look like a fucking idiot but i promise im far from it

a year ago i wasn't all that
now sluts and bitches all on my ballsack
am i your best friend? (what)
heck no you could be a fan of all of my songs nigga but just don't
ride my dick nooo
don't ride my dick!
just don't ride my dick nooo
don't ride my dick

check me out yo
i talk shit and with beats im a true emcee
only one who tells me what to do is me
take a close look at fv and what it grew to be
hop & dizzy, me & three z's make the crew complete
my shit is past basic
in my eyes i feel i have made it
came along way from mom & dad's basement
when i do shows now the women strip me half naked
my mother fucking bad language got my ass famous
now labels think about signing me (yes)
mtv got there eye on me (yes)
shoobidy doobidy wow! this is irony!
i still aint giving a fuck so if i hurt your feelings tell it to your diary
nigga im so beast robbin up on beats
finally shining without the diamonds & gold teeth
the higher empire trying to bring fire up on me
so i keep my guards up when im tired i go to sleep
check it

a year ago i wasn't all that
now sluts and bitches all on my ballsack
am i your best friend? (what)
heck no you could be a fan of all of my songs nigga but just don't
ride my dick nooo
don't ride my dick!
just don't ride my dick nooo
don't ride my dick

i know theres a whole lot of niggas who wonderin why i keep dissing
i aint tripping just listen i'm on a discreet mission
rappers speaking on drugs, money and deceive women for a check
while there balls willing sitting on the seat spinning
thats like a fallacious crime
so somewhere down the line i was bound rise to make a difference
and now its time
you know you rappers is about a dime but its awful for me
when you corrupt the minds im surrounded by
i ain't the nigga you gon' outshine
truth is you only go in when im coming outside
fuck your rogue turn it down mine
yo when you greet me get on your knees and open your mouth wide
for the record i ain't the type to share
if your a rapper taking my image then war is what i might declare
just because im buzzing off the white contacts dont mean that you
should take your ass to hot topic and buy a pair

a year ago i wasn't all that
now sluts and bitches all on my ballsack
am i your best friend? (what)
heck no you could be a fan of all of my songs nigga but just don't
ride my dick nooo
don't ride my dick!
just don't ride my dick nooo
don't ride my dick

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[intro]
i see you looking at me
looking at me, so i ask

[hook]
am i a psycho? am i a psycho?
yeah i’m a psycho, i guess i’m a psycho

[verse 1: tech]
you’re crazy, i like you, but you’re crazy, my tours paid me
so i used that dough to allure ladies (?) bathe me
never know that my minds for sure shady
pure hades, rev x stady couldn’t endure to save me
why did i let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette
in the same spot 10 times in a row when i felt that burn upon the clitoris?
i’ma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, i feel stupid cause i ain’t did her yet
maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, i get vexed but i ain’t bit her neck
open! i try to contain it but that damn dame thang’s soakin’
alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
strange lane hopin’ i can maintain coping
but ain’t nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken
i like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
from up on her walls, i’m suffering, i’m stuck in her claws
stuffed in her jaws, huffin’ and puffin’ (?) my balls

[hook]

[verse 2: hopsin]
mom? dad? i’m no longer the boy you’ve used to seen
i’ve changed a lot, plus i’ve grown to hate every human being
my mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
now i’m doing things i don’t normally do
when illusion seem to be the only pleasures i can gain
if i was sane i’d put down the mic and say fuck it i’ll never rise to fame
but with the wicked records i contain, i could probably jump a 1000 name
no lovey-dovey let’s ignite the flame if you’re lucky you survive the pain
sorry that ain’t very nigger to say, why is this game so scary to play?
well let me think, cause every day my balls are getting too hairy to shave
pause a minute, i’m stressin’ the game if i go to heaven, hell is to blame
i don’t mean to come off crazy but you mothafuckas seem to think that i’m hella deranged
when i was seven years old, i fell on my head and i severed my brain
if you think i’m lying then ask my mama nigga she’ll go tell you the same
should i be ashamed? no, i’m living my life so ghetto fabulous
before you gippin’ outta a show let me ask you this

[hook]

[verse 3: b.o.b]
i stab you with this mic and rap this verse i’m rappin’ to you
matter fact i’m rapping through you, never say my motherfucking name
unless you absolutely have to i am not no fucking jacket
with no matching shoes and you are not no fashion guru
can’t even see you niggas, y’all wish i was rappin’ to you
matter of fact act like i’m rappin’ to you if that gives you passion
to use this an excuse then just jump up out of conclusion
that i’m attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo
y’all ain’t even the shit, y’all ain’t even the doodoo
i got more flavor on the tissue paper under my toobos
so i’m slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid
baby sitting low baskets like little afternoon children
you can call me psychotic but it’s more like schizophrenic
and i can speak can anyone tell me just where my medicine is
guess i gotta show these minors just what my avenue is
man i swear i’m up out of my brain like graduate students
i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings
i see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it
but i wonder how it would look if i could peel it back with a skilliet
then i’mma fill it crack when i hit it, then i’mma spill it back when you ill it
dammit bobit moore, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the earth
where is your mom? why do you curse? where are you from?
where was your birth? where was you first? why weren’t you in church?
why is there dirt, all on your shirt? man i think you’re going berserk..

[hook]

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