Street Theology

[Intro] Yeah, I wanna dedicate this to my auntie Minister, fake homie Thank you for pavin' the way. This ain't a hostile song It's a gospel song For all the kids in the streets, that can't feel the churches Cause they don't keep it real with you Yeah, I keep the shit real hood for you [Hook] (Church!) Niggas act like Jesus ain't tough Gangster shit, he started this stuff (Preach!) Duckin' police, hangin' with the thugs Don't think cause I'm saved I won't fuck you up (Church!) Niggas act like God ain't tough Beef and war He started this stuff (Preach!) Barak verse the Canaanites, heads got bust Goin' to church ain't soft I'll fuck you up (Teach 'em) [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] I came from the church I'll be returned to the church Man turn me in the dirt, done doin' God's work I walk the streets anointed Holy Water, I'm blessed But still keep steel, blow four in your chest I'll pray for your spirit, then, pray for forgiveness But the bastard asked for it God be my witness He understands what's inside my heart Same shit's hangin' out your back for actin' smart He said, "Be humble", bitch, not a punk You can turn the other cheek, it don't work, pop the trunk Knock a chunk out a chump if a sucker wanna dump Lot of cowards never ever fight, niggas scared to thump I'd rather squab, God gave me healin' hands Knock the demons out your body, I'm a vessel for God's plan Why the fuck you think they call me Bishop? I spit that good book and still get my dick sucked [Hook] [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] (Act straight Don Bishop, but hey he don't gang bang) Ain't gotta bitch, hand guns do the same thang Point 'em and I squeeze 'em and they all go 'bang bang' Platinum backpacker, new west do the damn thang It's about time I get my ride on Say the hottest five MC's, homie like Dylan (Bishop, Bishop, Bishop, Bishop, Bishop I spit hot fire) You can light a blunt off my verse, fuck a lighter Real niggas dream Fake niggas nightmare Get used to it, I ain't goin' nowhere Except the top of the charts Top floor at the Wynn Sittin' on top of the world with God and Dre, I'mma win Can't take no credit, God makes me fresh What did I do to deserve all this is anybody's guess I'm been patiently waitin' to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bishop Lamont Show [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] Kirk Franklin like porn Nigga so do I If that's enough to burn in Hell, won't be too many in the sky I ain't met a nigga yet to come back after he died And explain exactly how things work on the other side I don't need no fuckin' wings I don't need a fuckin' harp Just give me Yo!MTV and some bitches to fuck Yeah I'm a honest man Tellin' my truth Not yours, not theirs, not them, my truth Couple hundred years back I'd be murked for that My head cut off, quick head like 'whack' But guess what? First Amendment bitch Got freedom of speech so I'mma talk my shit Problem is, people lyin' to their kids Tryin' to portray a perfect home but that's not where they live We all got problems Ain't shit perfect Bet you get a better tithe if you keep it real in your service [Hook] [Outro: Bishop talking] Nigga. And then pray for you nigga I put these healing hands on you nigga Knock the demons out your motherfuckin' BODY! Nigga. It's the hood Kirk Franklin nigga Catch the ghost and shit nigga We gonna keep it rockin' right now remember it's the Pope Mobile