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bishop lamont - matthew 20 16 lyrics

oh my god
this beat
aye woogie
miggle art gramma pump b-tch at yaz
punch him in his motherf-ckin face like
the affiliates n-gg-
pay attention

i come from a long line of warriors
soldiers, kings, tyrants, conquerors, gangstas, thieves
the pirates, the ipad, i doc-ments the scenes
while you fools rap bullsh-t the world’s under siege
look all around now, tell me what you see
it’s all a corporation, no longer a country
my country, tears a be
but uncle sam don’t give a f-ck about me
when in the ghetto ghetto, still tryna hold on
everybody might be broke, they got the newest iphone
their jobs is dwindling, in search of them vigilants
real fair rappers plain crack in from of them
sentiments
i see it all like the all see lie
standing in the pole pit, i gotta testify
praying for a moses but all i see is posers
trapped in the pharohs land, we gotta move forward

yo god put us all here for a reason
all i got is my faith, tryin hard to keep believing
but the devil keep knockin me down
still a lost lord i need to be found
the world’s so cold, everybody hurts
praying i break so like it only gets worse
then i hear a voice say: remember this verse
the first shall be last and the last shall be first

get your lilitery, prepare for the cemetery
bishop here, reks is ready
the way the heaven’s heavy
the fate of each and every n-gg- d-ck, hurry hurry
no need to stress and worry, i got the shovels buddy
hustle hustle like we runnin rough and startin death
jam
amfm, can’t get buried
prepare for storm like the levy
west coast, east coast – deadly
listen to necessary commentary
beeko with a bico
first up, this power to the people
ego cause we never wanna equal
kings that are scorned above, birds and the egos
words can deceive you, we just don’t believe you
even with army and navy you won’t a phase be
won the ice now your soul on ice, karma baby
mama raised me, product of the 80’s
this origin in jeans scenes, stir it baby

going live from the city of motors minus transmission
you don’t see my d-mn vision
fam, listen
you can lead a n-gg- to the river
that don’t mean that that man’s fishy
for the cops is something hot, got the grease and the
panzers
hold my calls, i’m on a d-mn mission
my lil man fin to go into his fam business
i’m talkin big cangren, and half at you
grand with him
for that money to play favours
thinking my tomorrow is 28 days later
sell white like abercrombie, go for the bread
i live amongst zombies, who know that they dead?
so f-ck your rules, i gotta set a different plan
i’m like dennis leary in demolition man
get that bar code if you want, f-ck around
and i’m a teach you a new meaning of underground

- bishop lamont lyrics

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