Testi So Sad - Bishop Lamont, Chevy Jones

So Sad

So sad, to have had\nYour career’s over now\nTill time, dry your eyes\nTake a bow and say goodbye\nMad man, it’s the rap Mein Kampf\nBut to fuckin' start a whole new holocaust\n4th Reich, my soldiers on the blocks\nSelf employed I ain’t got no boss\nDre my O.G. so don’t get it cross\nOnly answer to God or Christ on the cross\nThis is no facade, all me in your box\nReal till I’m R.I.P. in a box\nDeath is an illusion\nLife a mirage\nSo fuck authority, y’all not in charge\nMilitary minded, call me sarge\n'Bout to kill rap then I’m a criminal at large\nIt’s trash day, y’all niggas gar-bage\nI’m Shining like Jack in the lodge\nOr Jay Nancy, I’m doin' my job\nSince global warming is heatin' up for rappers it’s a prob\nSo sad, to have had\nYour career’s over now\nTill time, dry your eyes\nTake a bow and say goodbye\nI done warned y’all hardheaded fuckers\nIn one ear then straight out the other\nCatch me while I’m sleepin', that’s Deep Cover\n187 with your pillow get smothered\nI’m sick and I’m not gon' recover\nSo pull the plug, I’m gone motherfucker\nYou rap niggas, y’all so stupid\nI’m not just a man\nBishop’s a movement\nDon’t believe me nigga?\nGo on and google it\nBeen through Hell, got the burn mark to prove it\nCouple of times like Constantine\nYoung soldier nigga since Ovaltine\nI’m Murdock nigga, rep the A to the Team\nPop out the coffin with the M-16\nI’m the clock on your dresser 'bout to wake you from your dream\nMusic to murder by, this is that theme\nSo sad, to have had\nYour career’s over now\nTill time, dry your eyes\nTake a bow and say goodbye\nYou niggas don’t know what’s happenin'\nI’m preachin', y’all niggas rappin'\nI’m teachin', y’all barely passin'\nMost rap albums out, hate 'em with a passion\nYou ain’t the man nigga, you Jesse Jackson\nStandin' next to the man when bullets was blastin'\nBishop Luther, born to be king\nRappers bow down, muah, kiss my ring\nGod’s middle finger, I reign supreme\nFuck y’all niggas, can’t reach my height\nThoughts so deep, fish need flashlights\nHomie I’m today, you niggas last night\nThis ya execution I’m readin' your last rights\nFuck good manners, I’m through being polite\nNiggas cock hammers, I’m the foreman on site\nCarson’s about to blow and I’m the dynomite\nSo sad, to have had\nYour career’s over now\nTill time, dry your eyes\nTake a bow and say goodbye