Hopsin – Kumbaya Lyrics | Official Video

Hopsin – Kumbaya Lyrics

Kumbaya, my Lord
I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch bless my enemies
Which whom I mop the floor with
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, s**t
Can’t fit in my shoes, n**gas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, woo

I done left it all behind me in Cali’
While yellin’ goodbye to my family
I had to do a little soul search
All of my demons kept on fightin’ and scrappin’
Inside of my mind, I was crashin’
Maybe I was having a growth spurt

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They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don’t work
I’ve contemplated on whether or not to smoke Purp
Think you sick in the head, come visit my s**t
I live on the edge, let’s jump, s**t, I’ll go first

Mmh, yikes, quite preposterous
White kids soaking up the hype up off it
Hi, I’m Hopsin, I’m obnoxious
I’ve been tokin’ like the guy from Boston
Watch me rise the top ten
You know what I mean Ain’t no one like me
I’ma turn all of my haters to some overnight fiends
I done made a lot of money from exposing my grief
Flow catch bodies like it’s Covid-19, n**ga

B**ch, listen, I’m exerting the gas fumes
I’m the as**ole, who goes to work in a bad mood
Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group
I’m handin’ beef to n**gas like I’m serving them fast food
I should’ve been spazzed
Now the burden has passed through
Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through
But the word on the avenue
Is now they wanna watch U.P
Like a f**kin’ pervert in the bathroom

N**ga, ew, ya
The ladies always tell me I’m a real cunt
These wack motherf**kers, that’s a meal lunch
On every instrumental, I’ma spill guts and I’m still nuts
Like RoboCop, scrotum
I’m givin’ n**gas Hell but I really hope I’m not goin’
And if I do, I’m pullin’ up with h*es in my foreign
While the Man above is watchin’ with his Coke and popcorn

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Well I guess I’m a villain, labeled as strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged
Labeled as someone you might put to shame
Labeled a freak, who’s unable to change
I’m sick in the head, I’m sick with the grind
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light Give me a sign
‘Cause I got way too much s**t on my mind
And I’ma get it all out

Kumbaya, my Lord
I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch
Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, s**t
Can’t fit in my shoes, n**gas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, Woo

I been noticing a shift in the industry
Too many n**gas who appear to be gritty
Flashin’ they nice jewels
Braggin’ about some pills and packin’ a rifle
You just gon’ be another rapper that die soon
That’s another body off the market
Rigor mortis seen him before police saw the carcass
Some of these n**gas really ’bout it
They gon’ show you all the corners
Now your mamma gotta see you droppin’ slowly on a harness

S**t, it might be me next, I really mean it
The reject that you all love, I ain’t He-Man
Some n**gas ain’t got a pissy pot they can pee in
They hate the planet so they come at you lookin’ for revenge
That’s why I gotta go to sleep with the nine tucked
N**gas creepin’ up, f**k it, I ain’t leavin’ survivors
One squeeze and your spine bust

Uh, actually, no one shoot dirty corpse on my carpet
Get the f**k out of here

My attitude is that of a Hulk smash
Mixed with Tony Montana snortin’ bags of his coke stash
If it’s true that I’m a savage at cold rap
I might as well rock a white jacket and Pulp hat
Dissin’ me is like having your throat gagged
And f**ked ’til your insides saggin’ and prolapse
Big and Pac was a tragedy, no cap
But hearing me rap is like havin’ ’em both back

Yeah, so how can you deny, not for .. as I
Livin’ on Cloud Nine, better believe the altitude is high
N**gas say, The game’s better, Hopsin, now that you’νe arrived
‘Bout to lace you motherf**kers with an album you can buy
Yes, I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth
F**k all y’all, I’ma let my cock disperse
I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge
And only time I’m worn out is when it’s Hopsin merch

Well I guess I’m a villain, labeled as strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged
Labeled as someone you might put to shame
Labeled a freak, who’s unable to change
I’m sick in the head, I’m sick with the grind
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light Give me a sign
‘Cause I got way too much s**t on my mind
And I’ma get it all out

Kumbaya, my Lord
I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch
Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, s**t
Can’t fit in my shoes, n**gas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, woo

Boom, that’s another body off the market…

➤ Written by Hopsin
Produced by Hopsin
Hopsin | 2020

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