Unfeigned - G-Mo Skee, Hopsin, Katz

Yeah

Inf Gang, Hopsin

Look

I’m still in the hood like a goddamn Obama Phone

Chip on my shoulder balls full of testosterone

Stop rapping;

you niggas sound monotone

Filth master throw you off the roof and break your collar bone

I never left

Who’s head should I sever next?

Sell merch to fans: human flesh as a sweater vest

Inf Gang fucked your bitch, gave her better sex

Now she’s in a fucking wheelchair with Professor X

Let me explain;

I put the pussy on a chainwax

You couldn’t rock a houseparty spitting kitten play raps

I’ve got 'em thinking somebody brought Big Daddy Kane back

And gave him the same crack that made Kurt Cobain snap

I had a long talk with H-O-P

He told me «Stop killing these rappers, stay low key»

I said «Nah fuck that Hop, I make no peace

I’mma kill all these motherfuckers that hate on me»

I’m unfeigned

I’m unfeigned

Untamed

You can never stop my grind

I know you wanna see a nigga flop

But you’re not homie this is my prime

I got my bus filling up these streets

You need some hot shit come and fuck with me

I’m just your average guy

Don’t have a disguise

Sit back and just ride with me

Baby

You’re approaching an animal;

you better take caution

Dirty mind since a child, never fell for the brainwashing

When you see the Inf Gang you better play possum

We crucify motherfuckers: bloodstained crosses

We don’t take losses

We only take the wins

These MC’s got my patience running paper thin

I’m on tour, on the bus, finna blaze again

Then come home and put my nuts on a hater’s chin

Since the land before time the real set the stage

I’ve been hitting people with the truth since second grade

In the Sahara, with a pride of straight savages

Spot you in person, still I remain adamant

Trying to keep my life pure, you focused on the additives

I’m grinding for the future, you hoping for an accident

I’m always on my toes as the great can fall easy

New legends rising, place your balls here

I’m unfeigned

Untamed

You can never stop my grind

I know you wanna see a nigga flop

But you’re not homie this is my prime

I got my bus filling up these streets

You need some hot shit come and fuck with me

I’m just your average guy

Don’t have a disguise

Sit back and just ride with me

Baby

I’m not dead

But every day is Halloween

If you know what I mean

I’m picking up one of my clones

Smelling like candy corn liquor and jelly beans