Bishop Lamont - The Resurrector Lyrics
My condition in this mic time is scenes with custom mottoPure animal, flammable, no Don King or pre Robing GibbonsNo *****es getting my dollar, setting up a trust fund for my daughterPut her through college ‘cause she ain’t never put through what I was put throughI promise, no façade, I’m really a godYou *****ing frauds oughta really pay homageI sit with revolutionaries, killers, scholars and prophetsBuild louds with old timers, freedom fighters, iconicI’m a real nigga, ***** it with these hip hop topicsAin’t dropped an album yet and I can jet to the TropicsPut that in your gospel, no squad, no bodyguards when I move through the streetsA butcher nigga, I rap with my own beefOne life, one love, one got a course, I go for doloGet on superstars, may go for fans to slap bands and take photosAnd still got my four four, don’t make me act, react, attack, clapAnd black light you off the quotaYou on point, homie?All the time, homieIs you on point, dog?All the time, dogIs you on point, nigga?All the time, niggaWell then grab the microphoneAnd let your words dripYou on point, homie?All the time, homieIs you on point, dog?All the time, dogIs you on point, nigga?All the time, niggaSo play the resurrectorAnd give the dead some lifeBoys are *****es, target in my arm, I burn you like Blair witchesNiggas swear they hot and they bumping like bad itchesBlood baths if you throw me in a batch with whack niggasI’m a murderer, you can send a message through the currierExpress angle stress when you dress to be inferiorSwitching up their top 5, this day is earlierAnd I’m just having fun eating rappers quite curvierYes, you can, I bet you can cry me a riverCharge it again, fill up on names like plain riversSnow here where I grew up, rally with my stuff onWorldwide to their eye they calling me the new sonShine on ‘em, burn, put their ashes in pine boxSix feet deep between Nina and MedlockAlways on point, carry, I can handle thatTry on Q, dog, I leave how we hitting backWoke up to the light burn a man different orangeWith your ass up in here you gotta live to be bornJust lasers in storms, I’m scarlet diggingJust a small draft of what they plan, acidic rap, nigga, yoYou on point, homie?All the time, homieIs you on point, dog?All the time, dogIs you on point, nigga?All the time, niggaWell then grab the microphoneAnd let your words dripYou on point, homie?All the time, homieIs you on point, dog?All the time, dogIs you on point, nigga?All the time, niggaSo play the resurrectorAnd give the dead some lifeNowadays they so mad at successThey really they just ruin the whole rap experienceNever once considering the fact they lack the fat shit, deliriousDelusional, I swear the act is lazy in youBooty eyes rappers with your garbage eyes flooty poop…clowns, stay down, you never understand winningAnd I don’t give a ***** if you was in from the beginning‘Cause for real these OGs are old foolsAnd both of you are rapping the latterWe outgrow you like palm trees to weedsSay you monster siege, you never break down anywayWe put it down any state, any lane‘Cause people relate to what’s bangingNot that I’ll solve ass explainingIf you go on but you couldn’t be movedBut since you gone we can only assume the game wasn’t for youYou on point, homie?All the time, homieIs you on point, dog?All the time, dogIs you on point, nigga?All the time, niggaWell then grab the microphoneAnd let your words dripYou on point, homie?All the time, homieIs you on point, dog?All the time, dogIs you on point, nigga?All the time, niggaSo play the resurrectorAnd give the dead some life
