Humanitarian Murderer

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I'm not Hopson I like rap, only because I've seen a whole society change over that
But don't get me wrong I'll still still bust you up cuz I'm from the streets and all

V1:
I may be young but no longer play with tinker toys now I make real raps with my words in your head making that yapapa noise

No one I've found wants this real real
I have to keep it inside 
My head expolodes with the thoughts I can no longer hold inside

I can't get sent to jail for loading up a chopper 
so I take my anger out on you fools and serve all you identifing ideits
With the same defacing deficit and lack
Of talent like a fake ass part-timer

It takes heart and soul and a real sense of humor to say the same shit in my head out loud when all of humanistic wannabe life forms look like a meth head trying to twist the arm of a dead whore for only ten dollars

Yeah I fucking said it you look like a dumb fucking funny ass idiot

And what do you do about it?
 that's right nothing because you think running your mouth on-line is cool and pulling some Trigger is something worth while

While I'm out here with my head on a swivel chair
 trying to find my next laugh 
Oh wait just look at that 
It's all of humanity  that I can put on blast

So I poke fun at your actions and mix of words just like I was a two year old and yeah I just brought up my past

I'm not afraid of my own 
 I face those demons on the dayly like a forges fire I'm formed in flames of the life that I live on a dayly

CHOURUS:
I live by my rasing
The words that I was given by people that cared So why do I feel so alone
 in this world I live in because I'm for real and that's a fact that I share
I should know by now because I've been living it 
Grew up in worst way but made something better than this
Reminiscing on my mistakes makes me a better man today 
because I don't fall in the same rutts as yesterday

V2:
So why is it possible for people to make the same day as yesterday in the same way and expect a different path way

This was me speaking my mind and if you have a problem with it then too bad

Go ahead let me bend over so you can kiss the dark side of my mixed ass

People always say I cuss too much but that's the only excuse they see
To avoid the reality of what it is that I have to say call it a calamity
You see 20 dead on the evening news and none of them was me
 the only death wish I have is the gruge against all of you 
I hope I make your privacy hurt and I don't give a damn because like hoover
I'm all about these two fists like bamm

I'm old school like that though and that's why I'm never caught up with the 5-0

I'm cool with Jane and and master P and a shit ton of others that I can't mention
Because im a known threat
And have the attention of the federal government

Because I'm a reject of modern day Society 
And a mix of amenity, masks and a real reason to hate
I'm not fooled by fake fools and social Media tirades
I'm not trained in video chat and supposed modern rapp
But I'm a rapid response rapper tareing apart the seams of your building fake reality
So see this 
There is only room for one real quick blaster

And none of you privileged ass holes have what it takes when the war comes straight for your door
The sad part is your lack of action let it happen 

So I told you accountable for all this fucked off bullshitt that is in my face 
But thanks for the invite that's material I use to end you

Murder she wrote
As I sharpen this verbal machete from the words you wrote
Then make this declaration from the blood that runs through your mouth left hanging
While all the words I just spoke still sting
With the salt rubed in to wounds from the beginning

Talk like that you illiterate fucked off rappers talking the same shit with no action 
if you have a problem with it come bust your words like you supposedly bust bars or something with flame

I feed the dragon in a whole different way
Not selling drugs because there's an other way
I work those dead-end jobs because I love a paycheck

And that way when I'm at the club and someone asked where that stack of cash came from I go look at my social media 
I work with my hands can you say the same shit?

No because no one has shown you how and now the world is turning around and all the girls that used to turn me down are beating my door down

And the sad part is I'm not even at home in my own town

So I work my ass of and stay in my own lane and go about my psychotic rampage

CHOURUS:
I live by my rasing
The words that I was given by people that cared So why do I feel so alone
 in this world I live in because I'm for real and that's a fact that I share
I should know by now because I've been living it 
Grew up in worst way but made something better than this
Reminiscing on my mistakes makes me a better man today 
because I don't fall in the same rutts as yesterday