Bishop Lamont
Bishop Lamont - Trail Mix lyrics
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South of Detroit where the carpets lay First time I heard awesome Dre 48 hour straight in the spot Exhausted day, lil nigga broke it pitiful Hands cold as fuck, blowing in, I'm making smoke signals Earl Flyn, top ten original Lost my fuckin mind when I heard the sound, here we go Big fellow, smoking gan with a gangsta remy My favorite linebacker, guess I was on this really Bumpin that, you got the chill by air assignment The roof was on fire for real, I saw it burning And I ain't give a fuck, I don't drive it without a permit No future in my brunch, smacked up, pick out your perkich Then I hit the hiphop shop spittin it harder That P boop and that made me more determined A wrapped over dealer and that just confirmed it Hiphop got me volleyballin, it's time to serve it Blonde as in Facebook Splitter? Yo What happened to the days when everybody was outside getting into something? Listening to the real hiphop, spitting about what was going on in the hood, not what was going on in the club We know what's going on in the club motherfucker, we're there Yea, I came up in the era all about flows Originality, reality and not your clothes But niggas was fresh and lottos and shelltoes British like Dookie Rolls filling soups and cangos Overall Freon shirts, plus colors had those Housing at a house party, everybody ho Now these niggas only rap for hoes Look how that hit wreck it Being fresh is a thing of the past I guess there is a God to them and goddamn we gotta pass the test Who's to say you made a pin note what you in it for So name your price and say it right from the fuckin door And never compromise what you truly stand for Cause money can't redeem deeds, or a snitch a whore You are who you are til you an't no more Real talk, real walk get you even further The side effect is true music might get you murdered Like a Lennon in the 80's gunned down by crazies I reminisce without ever being bitter Over the old days and radio play real niggas Used to hit the corner store to hear the latest shit Now all we got is best buy on target Whack rappers clogging up Youtube O'shea niggas uncommon see the bitch mute I'd like to give a shout out to the real emcees Like Busy Bee, Love Boat, Starks P Treturous 3, Run DMC Curtis Blow Big Daddy Cane To God Rakim 80's baby, raisin the 90's where T stream fuck the police and Dre saved me Outkast, UGK and J raised me Premium fresh the release that play daily Terry block nigga, we was on the block heavy You say him em 8-0-8's bank from out there box heavy Upgraded from jumpers with a prestrike Moment long days never days with Bozizi nights 6 things were probly bidden and suck these movies regardless precision Listen, weird niggas had to prove it was I'll Please swag a rap, massive that On my southern playalistic Cadillac Sells flow down to a pall, niggas rap was whack Back before they blamed the south for the downfall Pinat dropped, it was written secret vices Reg if 3 beats we break then we fight for it nigga We lie for the kryptonite to recite this Hang on every line, ripped from a rhyme to reply this Line up anyone of your fames, see who the nicest And I won't have a problem with the lineup, bribes list Moded from the school of K, I listen Rakim To great skies were the David Ben and Kazinem I swear if you'll get the best for me Concede from a beat, hiphop til the death of me See now, just because I'm from New York and I resigned in Los Angeles Doesn't mean I don't fuck with west coast hiphop I'm a real B boy I listen to real hiphop I fuck with the sound, I fuck with the noise I fuck with the east and the west As you can see on this track We are cautionin this motherfucker We got Mississippi up on this bitch And you got the apple I even got John Radeen