Bishop Lamont - Matthew 20:16 Lyrics
Oh my GodThis beatAye WoogieMiggle art gramma pump ***** at yazPunch him in his mother*****in face likeThe affiliates niggaPay attentionI come from a long line of warriorsSoldiers, kings, tyrants, conquerors, gangstas, thievesThe pirates, the iPad, I documents the scenesWhile you fools rap bullshit the world’s under siegeLook all around now, tell me what you seeIt’s all a corporation, no longer a countryMy country, tears a beBut Uncle Sam don’t give a ***** about meWhen in the ghetto ghetto, still tryna hold onEverybody might be broke, they got the newest iPhoneTheir jobs is dwindling, in search of them vigilantsReal fair rappers plain crack in from of them sentimentsI see it all like the all see lieStanding in the pole pit, I gotta testifyPraying for a Moses but all I see is posersTrapped in the pharohs land, we gotta move forwardYo God put us all here for a reasonAll I got is my faith, tryin hard to keep believingBut the devil keep knockin me downStill a lost lord I need to be foundThe world’s so cold, everybody hurtsPraying I break so like it only gets worseThen I hear a voice say: remember this verseThe first shall be last and the last shall be firstGet your lilitery, prepare for the cemeteryBishop here, Reks is readyThe way the heaven’s heavyThe fate of each and every nigga dick, hurry hurryNo need to stress and worry, I got the shovels buddyHustle hustle like we runnin rough and startin death jamAMFM, can’t get buriedPrepare for storm like the levyWest coast, east coast – deadlyListen to necessary commentaryBeeko with a bicoFirst up, this power to the peopleEgo cuz we never wanna equalKings that are scorned above, birds and the egosWords can deceive you, we just don’t believe youEven with army and navy you won’t a phase beWon the ice now your soul on ice, karma babyMama raised me, product of the 80’sThis origin in jeans scenes, stir it babyYo God put us all here for a reasonAll I got is my faith, tryin hard to keep believingBut the devil keep knockin me downStill a lost lord I need to be foundThe world’s so cold, everybody hurtsPraying I break so like it only gets worseThen I hear a voice say: remember this verseThe first shall be last and the last shall be firstGoing live from the city of motors minus transmissionYou don’t see my damn visionFam, listenYou can lead a nigga to the riverThat don’t mean that that man’s fishyFor the cops is something hot, got the grease and the PanzersHold my calls, I’m on a damn missionMy lil man fin to go into his fam businessI’m talkin big cangren, and half at youGrand with himFor that money to play favoursThinking my tomorrow is 28 days laterSell white like Abercrombie, go for the breadI live amongst zombies, who know that they dead?So ***** your rules, I gotta set a different planI’m like Dennis Leary in Demolition ManGet that bar code if you want, ***** aroundAnd I’mma teach you a new meaning of undergroundYo God put us all here for a reasonAll I got is my faith, tryin hard to keep believingBut the devil keep knockin me downStill a lost lord I need to be foundThe world’s so cold, everybody hurtsPraying I break so like it only gets worseThen I hear a voice say: remember this verseThe first shall be last and the last shall be first
