Hallelujah

Rejoice real hip hop is back!

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Good morning church let's open up our bibles
Wrap up recitals
Let's discuss these wack rhymers backsliders
Mindless spineless by their own jury
They blinded by chain after chain cause
They used to being slaves
Kuntas, kuntas tap dance for your advance
Then lie to all the field niggas
Bout how you got your chance
Swear you been a renegade but
Nigga please you've been afraid
Go get Master his lemonade
And stop with all your street charades
You a gangster
You a gangster when did this happen
At magnet school in drama class
When you was learnin' acting and dope dealin'
Scene stealin' made a perfect villain
The labels need new acts you act
So what a perfect fill- in
Fill in the blanks but never
Can replace the feeling
Of real music real Hustlers
That been through it real ryders
Real rhymers who give they lives to it
And you with me say amen
It's Time For Real Music
Congregation please stand receive
The blessing from my motherfuckin' hands
Sip holy water
I walk through the promise land
It's Bishop Lamont my heel
Crush the devil head hip Hop is Dead
That's what the devil says
It's all about swag
That's what the devil says len me some cash
That's what the devil says
Bless the track partake my daily bread

When they state they keep it real
They really mean
They keep it fake peace means war
One love is one hate
A stab in the back the same as a handshake
It's Hollywood, Hollywierd
Where your favorite rapper
Goes and disappears
Off the planet like an alien abduction
Next album first single sounds strange
When he be bussin'
It must be that Scientology
Or blow that he been snuffing
Or a combo or both
Let's take a trip to the coast
Be rockstars in 5 stars hotels in
Overdose MTV Diary doesn't come close
You think you know but you have no idea
About the demons and schemin'
That goes on here

Unholy trinity: sex, drugs and alcohol
Your biggest artist
From these came their downfall
Even right now as you
Listen it surround ya'll
And me too that's why you
Know that I'm not lyin', naw
Now these stars wanna blow
Their brain to venus
And die outside the club
Be the next River Phoenix i mean correction
I mean Heath Ledger
Who would think an Olsen Twin
Would deal that deadly pleasure
But this no sitcom, So try and sit calm
While I read you more scripts
Of the Bishop Psalm
From the streets and this
Business many disappear
They both will promise you swallow
Then shed no tear you know they're sayin'
They'll have a new nigga next year
Don't let them take your soul
Like they took Shakir
Don't let them take hold
Keep your vision clear
You never know that could be
Me or you next year