Paroles Matthew 20 16 Bishop Lamont

Matthew 20 16

Featuring Reks, Dave NY & Marvwon

Oh my God
This beat
Aye Woogie
Miggle art gramma pump bitch at yaz
Punch him in his motherfuckin face like
The affiliates nigga
Pay attention

I come from a long line of warriors
Soldiers, kings, tyrants, conquerors, gangstas, thieves
The pirates, the iPad, I documents the scenes
While you fools rap bullshit the world’s under siege
Look all around now, tell me what you see
It’s all a corporation, no longer a country
My country, tears a be
But Uncle Sam don’t give a fuck about me
When in the ghetto ghetto, still tryna hold on
Everybody might be broke, they got the newest iPhone
Their jobs is dwindling, in search of them vigilants
Real fair rappers plain crack in from of them sentiments
I see it all like the all see lie
Standing in the pole pit, I gotta testify
Praying for a Moses but all I see is posers
Trapped in the pharohs land, we gotta move forward

Yo God put us all here for a reason
All I got is my faith, tryin hard to keep believing
But the devil keep knockin me down
Still a lost lord I need to be found
The world’s so cold, everybody hurts
Praying I break so like it only gets worse
Then I hear a voice say: remember this verse
The first shall be last and the last shall be first

Get your lilitery, prepare for the cemetery
Bishop here, Reks is ready
The way the heaven’s heavy
The fate of each and every nigga dick, hurry hurry
No need to stress and worry, I got the shovels buddy
Hustle hustle like we runnin rough and startin death jam
AMFM, can’t get buried
Prepare for storm like the levy
West coast, east coast – deadly
Listen to necessary commentary
Beeko with a bico
First up, this power to the people
Ego cuz we never wanna equal
Kings that are scorned above, birds and the egos
Words can deceive you, we just don’t believe you
Even with army and navy you won’t a phase be
Won the ice now your soul on ice, karma baby
Mama raised me, product of the 80’s
This origin in jeans scenes, stir it baby

Yo God put us all here for a reason
All I got is my faith, tryin hard to keep believing
But the devil keep knockin me down
Still a lost lord I need to be found
The world’s so cold, everybody hurts
Praying I break so like it only gets worse
Then I hear a voice say: remember this verse
The first shall be last and the last shall be first

Going live from the city of motors minus transmission
You don’t see my damn vision
Fam, listen
You can lead a nigga to the river
That don’t mean that that man’s fishy
For the cops is something hot, got the grease and the Panzers
Hold my calls, I’m on a damn mission
My lil man fin to go into his fam business
I’m talkin big cangren, and half at you
Grand with him
For that money to play favours
Thinking my tomorrow is 28 days later
Sell white like Abercrombie, go for the bread
I live amongst zombies, who know that they dead?
So fuck your rules, I gotta set a different plan
I’m like Dennis Leary in Demolition Man
Get that bar code if you want, fuck around
And I’mma teach you a new meaning of underground

Yo God put us all here for a reason
All I got is my faith, tryin hard to keep believing
But the devil keep knockin me down
Still a lost lord I need to be found
The world’s so cold, everybody hurts
Praying I break so like it only gets worse
Then I hear a voice say: remember this verse
The first shall be last and the last shall be first