Bishop Lamont - Trail Mix Lyrics
South of Detroit where the carpets layFirst time I heard awesome Dre 48 hour straight in the spotExhausted day, lil nigga broke it pitifulHands cold as *****, blowing in, I’m making smoke signalsEarl Flyn, top ten originalLost my *****in mind when I heard the sound, here we goBig fellow, smoking gan with a gangsta remyMy favorite linebacker, guess I was on this reallyBumpin that, you got the chill by air assignmentThe roof was on fire for real, I saw it burningAnd I ain’t give a *****, I don’t drive it without a permitNo future in my brunch, smacked up, pick out your perkichThen I hit the hiphop shop spittin it harderThat P boop and that made me more determinedA wrapped over dealer and that just confirmed itHiphop got me volleyballin, it’s time to serve itBlonde as in FacebookSplitter? YoWhat happened to the days when everybody was outside getting into something?Listening to the real hiphop, spitting about what was going on in the hood, not what was going on in the clubWe know what’s going on in the club mother*****er, we’re thereYea, I came up in the era all about flowsOriginality, reality and not your clothesBut niggas was fresh and lottos and shelltoesBritish like Dookie Rolls filling soups and cangosOverall Freon shirts, plus colors had thoseHousing at a house party, everybody hoNow these niggas only rap for hoesLook how that hit wreck itBeing fresh is a thing of the pastI guess there is a God to them and goddamn we gotta pass the testWho’s to say you made a pin note what you in it forSo name your price and say it right from the *****in doorAnd never compromise what you truly stand forCuz money can’t redeem deeds, or a snitch a whoreYou are who you are til you an’t no moreReal talk, real walk get you even furtherThe side effect is true music might get you murderedLike a Lennon in the 80’s gunned down by craziesI reminisce without ever being bitterOver the old days and radio play real niggasUsed to hit the corner store to hear the latest shitNow all we got is best buy on targetWhack rappers clogging up YoutubeO’shea niggas uncommon see the ***** muteI’d like to give a shout out to the real emceesLike Busy Bee, Love Boat, Starks PTreturous 3, Run DMCCurtis BlowBig Daddy CaneTo God Rakim80’s baby, raisin the 90’s where T stream ***** the police and Dre saved meOutkast, UGK and J raised mePremium fresh the release that play dailyTerry block nigga, we was on the block heavyYou say him em 8-0-8’s bank from out there box heavyUpgraded from jumpers with a prestrikeMoment long days never days with Bozizi nights6 things were probly bidden and suck these movies regardless precisionListen, weird niggas had to prove it was illPlease swag a rap, massive thatOn my southern playalistic CadillacSells flow down to a pall, niggas rap was whackBack before they blamed the south for the downfallPinat dropped, it was written secret vicesReg if 3 beats we break then we fight for it niggaWe lie for the kryptonite to recite thisHang on every line, ripped from a rhyme to reply thisLine up anyone of your fames, see who the nicestAnd I won’t have a problem with the lineup, bribes listModed from the school of K, I listen RakimTo great skies were the David Ben and KazinemI swear if you’ll get the best for meConcede from a beat, hiphop til the death of meSee now, just because I’m from New York and I resigned in Los AngelesDoesn’t mean I don’t ***** with west coast hiphopI’m a real B boyI listen to real hiphopI ***** with the sound, I ***** with the noiseI ***** with the east and the westAs you can see on this trackWe are cautionin this mother*****erWe got Mississippi up on this *****And you got the appleI even got John Radeen