Bishop Lamont - Sun Toucher Lyrics
I’m lookin at a nigga right nowIt’s the look on his faceUpset, you don’t wanna knowBut these darkies are about to go off the streetIt’s the sun toucher, salivas a live eruptureBicing out psycho cushionMy side illuminate the night like LuxorSupreme being, meaning I’m meelo hemenI mean knock and rebock but I stop and pop and leave you bleedingWe live from that zone where the real niggas roamMight take a lot of shots oh Henny while creating a new roomLittle very visionary, legendary alreadyPrisoner where my pen, I need more beats up than my commentaryAttempted jailbreak, only if my verses breakRecite a couple of more times to make sure the flow is greatThen I’m out, grab my hoodie, grab my hatFor any news immoments I’m first to gun clapYea I’m on the dangerous, a rebel rap terroristMy middle finger linger for those who see us parishFrom LA ghettos to every ghetto in the worldThe last will be first, stay strong – that’s my wordWe never stop, that’s the gift that God gave usVoice of Paul Robertson, vision like Ozzie DavisThe soler and cabozy for these demons and you hatersMy knuckle game illinear, rearrange your whole demeanerMy hooks is way cold but my kicks is even meanerBody blows, you’re having internal bleeding flowing like KatrinaI’m the product of sensual conceder, bonified leaderLines are legendary like the uniform of Derek GeedaPunch lines so ralic, gotta rock a wife beater*****es eating out the palm of my hand, the bird feederI don’t ride with the meaner while I’m smoking on KeishaCuz at the meaner ride me I’ll be poking on KeishaWell known speaker, got me bumping through your speakersI have been the one before Krispa came to teach yaRunning the game while you chilling in the bleachersThis year tripling the prices of the featuresThe avangarde, wherever my voice reachesIt’s stily impregnable, inevitable bleachersYou poor rappers are so fesiciousBut seriously sweeter than them Georgia peachesKept form the cloth who practice what he preachesSuited up for war, and storming all your beachesYour movement is coming to a hump, tie your screachersBedtime, you all retired, you weak *****esThe world is an oyster, ladies love curlsGot the muss burgledeck in case I have a little girlI’m part analytical, learning to think criticalEither leave a mark or the people won’t remember youThe dream didn’t die with Martin Luther or Malcolm by the hands of they shootersWhat we lost will retrude us for the revolutionAll we left was this pollutionContribute to the problem, well let’s talk about solutionsNiggas getting lost in my music, starting to think higher for success I aspireSaid they wanted dope, I confesses the supplierThis the king’s court, I address you as the squireThe better that you get, the more these niggas wanna try yaKeep talkin shit, I’mma pass right by yaI ride like James Book or play piano in the innoRelease one that charge before starting instrumentals of guiltRight hand in the air, left hand on that bookTwo fingers in the kitty, damn! It’s all that tookThey calling me a beast, well grab me by the collarSalty about a verse but hip don’t tallerGo ahead and get your buck onGood on any corner, I feel like I wanna park onHop out, post up with an old timerBack with evangelist, part time movie shinerHe keeps you 45 top stay appliedMoves left, fools worry about luckI offer this advice when you’re down to pay the priceStake em for every sense, they all have to pay it twiceTold em thanks, took tat strolled offNikita call off, Russians stick to that bottle of George Vicary squares run and get throwed offAnd the alarm if you’re dozed offGot balling ballzised nuts and not an ounce worth of ***** to be givenYour gender is hiddenPay it no attention, they poking at my cageTry and get ammentionDon’t get your head bit offI’m a monsterGoddamn, can I say something?Something honestWe hard than a mother*****erAnyway, it’s your boy – Bishop LamontWoogie, don’t stop the record yetI want all the emcees out there to go for thisSo just let the beat rockAll my emcees go for yoursOff the top, no writtenNiggaWoogie play that shitUh babyUhUh babyUhUh babyUhUh babyUhUh babyUhUh babyUhUh babyUhUh babyUhUh baby
