Bishop Lamont - Sun Toucher - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse One] [Bishop Lamont]: It's the sun toucher Saliva's live as a lava rupture Bison I'll psycho crush ya Mind sight illuminate the night like Luxor Supreme being Meanin' I'm Elohimin' I may knock your Reebok but I'll stop and pop and leave you bleedin' We live from that zone where only real niggas roam I'll take a lot of shots of Henny while creatin' a new poem Literary, visionary, legendary, already Prisoner of my pen I need mo' beats up in my commissary Attempt a jail break, only if my verse is great Receipt a couple of mo' times to make the flow is great Then I'm out Grab my hoodie grab my gat For any new Zimmerman's I'm first to gun clap Yeah, I'm armed and dangerous, a rebel rap terrorist My middle finger linger for those that get to see us perish From L.A. ghettos to every ghetto in the world The last will be first, stay strong that's my word We never stop, that's the gift that God gave us Voice of Paul Robeson, vision like Ozzy Davis The solar in Gaboze for these demons and you haters My knuckle game will lean ya, rearrange your whole demeanor My hooks is way cold but my kicks is even meaner [Chaundon]: Knotty blows will have your internal bleedin' flowin' like Katrina I'm the product of Cedrick and Sena, bonafide leader Lines are legendary like the uniform on Derek Jeter Punchlines so brolic gotta rock a wife beater Bitches eatin' out the palm of my hand, the bird feeder I don't ride with the nina while I'm smokin' on Keisha Cause after Nina ride me I'll be pokin' on Keisha Well known speaker got me bumpin' through your speakers I have been the One before Kris became The Teacher Runnin' the game while you chillin' in the bleachers This year, triplin' the prices on the features The avant garde where ever my voice reaches Your style ain't impregnable, inevitable breaches You poor rappers are so facetious But seriously, sweeter than them George peaches Cut from a cloth who practice what he preaches Suited up for war and stormin' all your beaches Your movement is comin' to a halt, tires screechin' 'Bout time you all retire, you weak bitches [Big Pooh]: You world is an oyster, ladies love pearls Got the Mausberg on deck in case I have a little girl I'm part analytical, learnin' to think critical Either leave a mark or the people won't remember you The Dream didn't die with Martin Luther or Malcolm by the hands of they shooters What we lost were recruiters for the revolution All we left with is pollution Contribute to the problem well let's talk about solutions Niggas gettin' lost in my music Startin' to think higher for success, I aspire Said they wanted dope, I confessed as the supplier This is king's court I address you as a squire The better that you get the more these niggas wanna try ya Keep talkin' shit, I'mma pass right by ya I write like James Booker play piano in the N.O Police wanna charge me for assaultin' instrumentals I'm guilty [Joe Scudda]: Yo Right hand in the air, left hand on that book Two fingers in the kitty, damn, that's all it took They callin' me a beast, well grab me by the collar Salty about a verse, but here dogs holla Go ahead and get your bark on Good on any corner I feel like I wanna park on Hop out, post up with an old timer Back room evangelist, part time moon shiner He keeps a .45 tucked Said, "Plots moves let fools worry 'bout luck I offer this advice when you down to pay the price Stick 'em for every cent so you don't have to pay 'em twice." Told him, "Thanks." Tipped hat and strolled off Nikita Koloff Russian sicko that bottle of George Dickle you squares bound to get throwed off I'm the alarm if you dosed off Got bowling ball sized nuts and not an ounce worth of fucks To be given, your agenda is hidden Pay it no attention They pokin' at my cage tryin' to get a mention Don't get your head bit off I'm a monster [Bishop talking]: God damn. Can I say something? Somethin' honest? We hard than a motherfucker! Hahahah. Anyway, it's your boy, Bishop Lamont. Woogie, don't stop the record yet, I want all the MC's out there to go for theirs. So just let the beat rock. All my MC's go for yours! Off the top, no writtens. Nigga
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