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dey/ kon - spit your game lyrics

[hook: dey bishop x2]
spit your game, talk your sh-t
grab your bible, crucifix
our situation is a tight one
what you going to do, fight or run

[verse 1: dey bishop]
stealers and murderers, k!llers and burglars, still haven’t earned funds, coward
finding hope in these rhymes and quotes, not lines of c0ke, man, i snort gun powder, ho
hope the lords forgiven him, – lords forgiven him
more than sickening, metaphor till i met the lord, till i tour the morgue you’re witnessing, more than penmanship
smoke sycamores, lets burn down this
rolling past liquor stores, burned down cribs
then they wonder why we find with hope with dope and cope with a flow or a verse like this, ho
d-mn, f-ck a page in the source, stuck waging a war
one who f-cked up the drug spot, stuck up the sub shop place next door
and they never caught him, man, they never caught him
trying to stay down but remain foul because the devils playground is all this boredom
with george foreman’s endorphins , record force of a forward sword of war sword’s man
explore metaphor until i’m sourced to four horseman
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like that’s whats up
in a town where they drown in the brown but frown on a sound of a young p-wn reaching the crown like that’s whats up
in a city that pities the theory that pitching a penny or itching for henny is sh-tty, like that’s what up
like that’s what up, what the f-ck is going on

[hook: dey bishop x2]

[verse 2: jb]
slayers and crooks, slashers and hold up artist’s who don’t go by the book
ill with the flow like sars, and i cook up arson rhymes yet i get overlooked
hope the lords forgiven me, lore the enemies, morgues,cemeteries
bury them in a trench coat, glengarry
then a sherry aperitif and i’m eating up the weakest, oh yeah
you all can’t understand me
i feel like i’m a lamb in a stampede of hungry wolves
or a man who is standing on a bridge, jumped, but a bungee pulled him back up and he realized
real eyes realize real lies
i’m stuck in a young white 2pac mind
like f-ck snitches i just want to make my mom proud
enough riches and your friends turn to flops now
talking sh-t on you like they ain’t never got down
we had beef that’s a mother f-cking cop out
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like that’s whats up
from the area people be sharing malaria needles hysteric for lethal injections, that’s whats up
from the borough that’s thorough in burrowing heroin, hurdling brethren, gathering thermal like that’s whats up
like that’s whats up what the f-ck is going on?

[hook: dey bishop x2]

- dey kon lyrics

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