The Bishop (Holy Crusade) Songtext
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Embarking on another crusade
It is I against the world with only shield and blade
Like those have gone before to me, glory or the grave
For I am no different of the sendin of a slave
The light shine memory for the hammers I raised
Remember our pledge, remember freedom's for the brave
Never fuck a child that's too lost in his ways
To ever realize death happens anyway
Even die standin over a bitch on your knees
It's fuck the police, that you the pig yellow sleeze
It is I against the world with only shield and blade
Like those have gone before to me, glory or the grave
For I am no different of the sendin of a slave
The light shine memory for the hammers I raised
Remember our pledge, remember freedom's for the brave
Never fuck a child that's too lost in his ways
To ever realize death happens anyway
Even die standin over a bitch on your knees
It's fuck the police, that you the pig yellow sleeze
Either for the cause or it's just because
We are not bound round lucid for flaws
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 DMC, the gun move your crowd
These rappers keep killing me with whack shit
Just cause you can dance to it doesn't make you classic
Most these rappers nowadays, yea they really need their ass kicked
Bunch of pussy ass niggas, style on ass lick
I've seen em like Barry Boz with the asterix
Fuck PC, I ain't no motherfuckin pacifist
I'mma mack you with a mack, pull the sniper bitch
Nigga where I'm from, rapping dumb is straight sacrilege
Skinny jeans and young teens ain't the code for this
These old ass crackers fuck sitting up in corporate
You help fast niggas down with master to support it
You traitor ass niggas yall need to be slaughtered
Yall spook but I'm the spook that sat by the door Peep that pulled rest these Nikes and ball guns for the more
This the wrong man, yall kitties go and do your chores
Signed B. Lamont nigga, sincerely yours
We are not bound round lucid for flaws
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 DMC, the gun move your crowd
These rappers keep killing me with whack shit
Just cause you can dance to it doesn't make you classic
Most these rappers nowadays, yea they really need their ass kicked
Bunch of pussy ass niggas, style on ass lick
I've seen em like Barry Boz with the asterix
Fuck PC, I ain't no motherfuckin pacifist
I'mma mack you with a mack, pull the sniper bitch
Nigga where I'm from, rapping dumb is straight sacrilege
Skinny jeans and young teens ain't the code for this
These old ass crackers fuck sitting up in corporate
You help fast niggas down with master to support it
You traitor ass niggas yall need to be slaughtered
Yall spook but I'm the spook that sat by the door Peep that pulled rest these Nikes and ball guns for the more
This the wrong man, yall kitties go and do your chores
Signed B. Lamont nigga, sincerely yours
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