Chamillionaire - The Ill Mind Of Koopa lyrics

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 k** 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 k**em-all