Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Last Crusade, artista - Bishop Lamont. Data di rilascio: 19.04.2018
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Last Crusade |
| Yeah, I like that. You know what this sound like? |
| It sounds like the Bible if it had a soundtrack. Church |
| Forgive me if I nod off snorin' |
| But hip hop right now is fuckin' borin' |
| Since The Miseducation I’ve been missin' Lauryn |
| For yo information you should stop performin' |
| And even think about fuckin' tourin' |
| It should be a crime how these rappers rhyme when they recordin' |
| Get the death penalty bitch, no call from the warden |
| No stay execution, electrocution I’m warnin' |
| It’s been night too long, it’s time for the mornin' |
| See, life goes on so enough with the mournin' |
| Yeah, I miss Pac and I miss Big |
| But that don’t mean that I should bite they shit |
| If y’all not fags why y’all ridin' they dicks |
| Cause it’s west coast bitch, bustas, hustlas, hoes |
| Pimps, playas, gangstas, know |
| Bishop Lamont, war dogs, let’s go |
| It’s a brand new movement now |
| All that west, is no more now |
| It’s been burned down to the ground |
| No more masquerade |
| Time to rearrange the game |
| All these rappers sound the same |
| Hooks and beats are just so lame |
| It’s the last crusade |
| Yeah, these rap niggas actin' like these basketball niggas |
| Ain’t concerned with the game, just the ball figures |
| You ain’t Larry, you ain’t Magic, you ain’t Jordan bitch |
| You ain’t Run, you ain’t Kane, you ain’t Slick Rick |
| Your album ain’t a classic cause it got a few hits |
| Or got crazy spins and you got rich |
| Allow me and I’ll enlighten you stupid pricks |
| I’m real, I bypass the collar tricks |
| I don’t know who’s the bigger fuckin' fool |
| The consumer or the dude that they listenin' to |
| The dude for tellin' that lie or believin' it’s true |
| Nigga, R. Kelly raps fuckin' better than you |
| I was preordained to exercise the game |
| I’m makin' church every time nigga hears the name |
| So hallelujah, he’s so much cooler |
| I’mma hold down the west like Fidel reps Cuba |
| No I’m not a Blood and no I’m not a Crip |
| It don’t even matter I’ll bust yo lip |
| And if you bust that chit chatter 'bout that thing on your hip |
| Know that I’m so gangster/Gang Starr I keep an extra clip |
| To keep me +Safe & Sound+ like DJ Quik |
| But I’m on a higher level fuck that rah rah shit |
| I’m here to shake the devil with the truth that I spit |
| And remind these niggas if they ass forget |
| It’s a brand new movement now |