The Bishop

[Verse One]:
Embarking on another crusade
It is I against the world with only shield and blade
Like those that have gone before to meet glory or the grave
For I am no different, a descendant of a slave
Feel like John Henry for the hammers I raise
The hammers I blaze remember freedom's for the brave
Never for the cowards who lost in it's ways
To never realize death happens anyway
Either die standin' or a bitch on your knees
It's fuck the police or you a pig yellin' "freeze"
Either for the cause or it's just because
We are not bound by Lucifer's laws
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 the MC, the gun moves the crowd

[Verse Two]:
These rappers keep killin' me with wack shit
Just cause you can dance to it doesn't make it classic
Most these rappers now a days, yeah they really need their ass kicked
Bunch of pussy ass niggas, style all ass lick
I treat 'em like Barry Bonds with an asterisk
Fuck P.C. I ain't no motherfuckin' pacifist
I'm a mack you with a Mac book to slap a bitch
Nigga where I'm from, rappin' dumb is straight sacrilege
Skinny jeans and young teens ain't the culprit
It's these old ass crackers fault, sittin' up in corporate
You house ass niggas down with masters to support it
You traitor ass niggas, y'all need to be slaughtered
Y'all spooked well I'm the spook that sat by the door
Peeped then pulled a Wesley Snipes and bought guns for the Moors
This for grown man, y'all kiddies go do your chores
Signed B. Lamont nigga, sincerely yours