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Ill Mind 5 Remix

by Upchurch

Church
Ghost
Man this industry is crazy like a bunch of crooked politics
Everybody trying to pickpocket me for my fucking shit
Got cousins I ain't never met trying to come over to spend the night
Like cracker I don't know you from Adam so quit hitting my line
Got everybody and their mama trying to get a feature
I'm from the deep south and I don't like to loot and lick her
I'm trying to get up to gettin' tipsy at the MTV awards
So I can fist fight with celebrities that I don't like no more
End up on TMZ, yeah like Kanye West
If I wear a MAGA hat it's probably what you'd expect
Since I'm a southern born and raised dirty honkey from the southside
Trump sticker on the bumper of my lifted up ride
Yeah man I'm on defense around the ticking clock
But my offense can take a 308 round blow off your cock
I ain't talking the enjoyable, I'm talking so deplorable
You won't be sleeping on me when I overdose you with some chloroform
Yeah I'm way past formal something I don't even understand
I've been this way since I seen a Mohican on some farmer's land
Stars fell from the sky, entered deep into my blood stream
Now I'm an indestructible being that's saying a bunch of wild things
It's like I'm running from myself trying to catch me in the same aisle
It's universal with the minutes, I ain't talking studio time
But damnit if I could I'd have sex with this microphone
Add some 808's so every speaker in here's gettin' blown
More bass, more snare, yeah I'm way way out there
The earth is tiny cause I'm spittin' bars where there's no air
Cause I done got a taxi reach for me don't even let your teacher lie
I rap around the solar system like a bunch of meteorites
Ironic when I spit it, my head strapped with a astro
So ahead of the game can't hear 'em calling me asshole
My alice out the window hope you don't find your way
Cause if you fucking up mine then you slick trying to hate
And you don't want the wrath of a madman in a Tennessee cabin
Whose never going to know the feeling of being a fucking has been
Constantly blazing tragic and never losing my traction
Yeah I'm breathtaking dog, I hope you don't have asthma
Ah, shit, I got asthma
But I'm still one of the throats they ain't ever gonna grab after
One look and they thought I was knee slapper
Ended up a rap master who's plastering the Nash action
A record deal and a pile of money
Yeah I'm from Music City and you yuppie fucks kinda funny
Looking at me weird when I hit the strip hella muddy
Somewhat like a working man, a working man is when I was buzzing
It wasn't even Friday, it was Wednesday in Franklin (uh huh)
I was working in a house looking at chandeliers dangling
And wondering how to get where these rich fucks was standing
Churchman need a Jeep rocking Desert Storm cami's (eh)
I'm ready for war now just give me the 50 cal
I'll be a tractor on crack steady plowing them all down
Farmer Church be catching bodies like his hands are made of trampolines
Making titties bounce like they raving out with the laser beams
But hey I don't go to parties bro I barely leave my house
And if you see a beef from me you better turn around
My mind state Metal Gear Solid, I hold the game's controller
Paid my light bill for a hundred years my generator's dump
My career is my baby and it's something that I'm holding
And this coat keep me warm, keep me off this tail oven
Cause if I have to turn around and take away from my focus
I'm gonna kill with a hocus pocus potion and get going
Church
Hahahaha
Too easy
I'll see you tomorrow Stoner
Stay fresh skin
Haha