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black bishops - church street lyrics

[verse 1: humphrey]
yo, i’m the son of haile sel-ssie
holy blood of christ through my veins but the dome is of the n-z-
i may lie like: “whoever wrote the bible, it was not me.”
i’m a hater of peace, r.i.h like most of my ogs, rest in h-ll you cronies
f-ck, i don’t fight my fights but mess with the god yeah bruh fear will be your last sight
i won’t k!ll you but whatever you do better watch your back, n-ggas will give you a fright
never hit napierville, my n-ggas will k!ll whoever with the fakest bite
sober makes em ill so they mad for the pill, they ain’t got no chill so they wanna take flight
i’m the type of ghoul that oozes the type of cool that’s found in porunga
even majin buu felt like a fool when facing this illy buddha
black bishops cause hick-ups puffin hyssop
vishuddi flowin deep go fishin
for a beast so vividly vicious
so my aura can make you religious
motherf-ck i’m mad on the beats and my bars final boss level, kick harder than feet
samurai causing slaughter to the weak, vigorously slaying these wannabes
check the tees, if it’s not bb, k!ll the freaks
take the keys, drive the car to a stream full of piranhas and dope beats
as we eat the stolen cheese, b-tch

[verse 2: ragga m-ffin]
fall down like the walls of jericho
it’s the old school head like motown jerri curl, burp soul with every word
mic check 1, 2, we skip the third for i am the ragga m-ffin putting cats in reverse
ask for blessings like beggars in church
vomit some more soul polluted with verbs
sometimes it’s like sweet taboo, sometimes it’s breathing gun powder in a telephone booth
rewind it like deja vu, these bars are too much for your sweet tooth
route to the roots
black thoughts reside burning inside, i swallowed the sun
white man isolated the wise like activists in exile
whispering sweet lies with nicotine breath
aye yo, check, all these imbeciles are dead

[verse 3: trill.gxd]
so it’s the t.r.i double l, g.x.d
find the x without the e, after that you’ll get the d
ngambona just the other day, ukhala mi
izinyembezi zigcwele mfi, get away from me, honestly
middle name prosperity, put me on a magazine, i want nothing but triple beams
and selling them cds, you wonder why you got so many kids
contribute with them cds like literally, support your local acts
ubezwa sebethi “i’m inlove with the coco!”
ngizama ukukhanda umnotho, anginayo inhliziyo
type my name on google uzobona uel papino
oh no, why you talking out your kulo?
umbuzo lona, ungikhulumela phansi, awusiboni isitulo?
i, i don’t have a problem, i, i ain’t got no worries, i don’t have a problem
overachiever, the only thing a n-gga need is to get recognition (f-ck versace flow n-gga!)
i’m reaching out to the m-sses, especially them celebrations

[verse 4: king cedric]
from ubhut’ madlisa you’ll become a once upon a time
when all these spooner chicks eating eating feasting on your dimes
and over-do the tricks that turn you from a kruger in his prime
to a stupid rich, lucrative, targets of the crime and sh-t
murder to that excellence, honor us like presidents
we heaven sent, pheth’ igazi lembali in my relevance
the message is: it’s time to silence anybody reckaless
the menaces n-ggas feeling froggy with that arrogance
you testing it? we caught you lacking, asking god to bless your b-tch
she heard me slit a trippy verse and made me her new favorite
no one’s behaving, got my sugar from your neighbor’s b-tch
i’m sorry makhe, she said angingene than i savored it
moral of the story kids: don’t mess with all the floral kings
or you’ll be hearing more of missing women from their homes with us
out here on a tour with us, rolling up that canibus
evangeles even with no weapon we still dangerous

they can’t bang with us

- black bishops lyrics

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