The Bishop

[Verse One]: Embarking on another crusade It is I against the world with only shield and blade Like those that have gone before to meet glory or the grave For I am no different, a descendant of a slave Feel like John Henry for the hammers I raise The hammers I blaze remember freedom's for the brave Never for the cowards who lost in it's ways To never realize death happens anyway Either die standin' or a bitch on your knees It's fuck the police or you a pig yellin' "freeze" Either for the cause or it's just because We are not bound by Lucifer's laws I try to stay black and always proud But stupid ass niggas always talkin' loud Take me back to a nigga and I'm back to the wild No longer the MC, the gun moves the crowd [Verse Two]: These rappers keep killin' me with wack shit Just cause you can dance to it doesn't make it classic Most these rappers now a days, yeah they really need their ass kicked Bunch of pussy ass niggas, style all ass lick I treat 'em like Barry Bonds with an asterisk Fuck P.C. I ain't no motherfuckin' pacifist I'm a mack you with a Mac book to slap a bitch Nigga where I'm from, rappin' dumb is straight sacrilege Skinny jeans and young teens ain't the culprit It's these old ass crackers fault, sittin' up in corporate You house ass niggas down with masters to support it You traitor ass niggas, y'all need to be slaughtered Y'all spooked well I'm the spook that sat by the door Peeped then pulled a Wesley Snipes and bought guns for the Moors This for grown man, y'all kiddies go do your chores Signed B. Lamont nigga, sincerely yours