Peoples 1 Lyrics - Bishop Lamont

BISHOP LAMONT 

Fish by the millions die, birds fallin from the sky 

when you observe, its hard to kick words just to sound fly 

but i digress, so dont stress 

the best yes, i suggest 

we should just, try out best 

and let, nature, do the rest 

but mother nature got her hands full 

when trynna raise the whole man kind 

boy, what a damn fool 

its gettin hot, and im just trynna stay cool 

like the fonze in deep cryogenic sleep thats how i do 

im too ultra ultra 

for these trends of culture 

like these snakes and vultures 

they always approach him 

so i decided to start my own shit just like Oprah 

and now lookey lookey kick my feet up on the sofa 

i aint with that stereotypical shit 

coz typically, on the stereo 

it all sounds bitch 

and honestly a lot of rappers must really feel sick 

from the, centrifugal force of always riding my dick 

jesus- 

yall worse than basketball wives 

a bunch of bitches your life depend on other niggas lives 

the stakes is high 

even way way way more higher 

so now im glad to end pailin (impale in) hip hop attire 

but never writing just reciting what the truth bring me 

i'm John Wilkes booth in the booth blowin brains baby 

SHAD 

Loser, loser, like an educated toofer 

baby, forget babies im the future 

got a fox like rupert 

murdoch, you sir, should come by the spot 

me and the girls playing yuker 

cocky when the tricks like trig get off me 

lil fresh air man, i spit like a fall breeze 

im cool as palm tree, 

always in school, i hallway pass on the prom queens 

like "ehhh" 

i like a girl in mom jeans 

strong and sweet 

basically she's got my mom's genes 

my rappins like Chomsky if he acted like Tom Green 

black in the white world, opposite of Jon bB 

farm team starve but the majors wont call him 

coz far from a puppet he is what you call a problem 

me and a mic, is like ruker park austin with a spalding 

cauldron like flow straight scoulding