Criminal Mentality - Mr. Capone-E

Oh s**t

S**t sounds hard as f**k

Turn it up in my headphones real quick

Ahh s**t

It's that type of s**t

That makes you wanna bring out the mutherf**king sickness

That criminal mentality

That criminal mentality part 2 s**t

First of all

Most chicano rap it turned to crap

I came to hurt some feelings

Yes I came to spot some facts

What the f**k is going on

In this game

It's really wack

Vatos fell the hell off

And threw the train off the track

First of all

Half of these levas thought that they were black

Other mutherf**kers were just image in the net

The other half of these levas really couldn't rap

And the rest is just history

That's a muthaf**king fact

Let me take you on a tour

Of this game called chicano rap

No originality

These youngsters follow that

Trying to be something that they seen

On the youtube & tv

To pick 'em out it's too easy

Almost quit the game

But realized the game needs me

It's sickening

Fools think they snoop pac & eazy

I hit 'em all like assault & some battery

Still f**king fools up with this criminal mentality

I ain't feeling what I'm hearing or I'm seeing

Honestly

Still sittin' back

Steady puffin on the bombest w**d

The game is steady falling fast

With the economy

Still making money with this criminal mentality

And haters still hating these days

I'm still hittin' this thang

With semi automatic thangs

I live how I want

You chase what you wanna be

Still making money with this criminal mentality

I know I say a lot of s**t that people feel

But don't got the heart to speak it

Game solid so see me

Dropped my last album

It was back to the street s**t

And f**k lady gaga

The radio could keep it

The radio could keep it

Yeah the radio could keep it

And honestly

The rest of that garbage they play is weak s**t

I wouldn't wanna be part of that rotation

And for those reasons

You won't hear me on your stations

But you might see me posted up

On vacation

Or traveling the nation

Rocking different stages

Even overseas

In madrid in barcelona

Backstage sipping on coronas

M*******a & them dollar bills is my aroma

Mr criminal gives a f**k

I'm living how I wanna

Test me mutherf**kers

Run up & you're a goner

Testing my persona

Get smoked with the chroma

I ain't feeling what I'm hearing or I'm seeing

Honestly

Still sittin' back

Steady puffin on the bombest w**d

The game is steady falling fast

With the economy

Still making money with this criminal mentality

And haters still hating these days

I'm still hittin' this thang

With semi automatic thangs

I live how I want

You chase what you wanna be

Still making money with this criminal mentality

I bounce rock roll skate

Straight from the golden state

And so they hate

Never do they run up

Naw they know they fate

Get hit with something covered up

Buy a nickel plate

Buy a nickel plate

Yeah buy a nickel plate

It ain't my fault you vatos fell off

Naw it was your fate

I tried to tell 'em from the gate

Stay out the game

Was more than 10 years ago

But it's too late

I tried to tell 'em

But the fell & they burned

It ain't my mutherf**king fault

My feelings ain't concerned

You levas hit the gas

Spread like some germs

And left as fast you can

That's when reality burned

Into your mutherf**king mind

Reality your fine

This life

It ain't about the glamour the glitter & the shine

Mutherf**kers chasing what they can not find

It's dedication destiny & mutherf**king rhyme

I ain't feeling what I'm hearing or I'm seeing

Honestly

Still sittin' back

Steady puffin on the bombest w**d

The game is steady falling fast

With the economy

Still making money with this criminal mentality

And haters still hating these days

I'm still hittin' this thang

With semi automatic thangs

I live how I want

You chase what you wanna be

Still making money with this criminal mentality