You Stressin' Lyrics - Singles - Bishop Nehru

The master of the 16 bars and leaving rappers starving 

Sickening punch lines leave em salty like almonds 

Join em all in showing love people on him 

Hold applause in till after let the bars in 

To your noggin this rap game I'm conquering 

Six 16's left teens fleeing from the market 

Got styles that spark the mind and brain 

The lines I'm saying is sane yours are nothing, plain 

Like what you saying Spaz past you hardly sane 

The part in lane staying in the sharpest lanes 

I'm often slaying others that recording maybe 

Too coordinated to fall I'm favorite, to so many people now 

And I'm greeting thousands, I'm making sounds when I'm in your town 

Clowns should bow down get off the mound 

I haunt them foul go launch the towel, Nehru's now nigga 

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With Bishop on the mic know he wreck it 

I'm aiming for the top non-stop gotta respect it 

Nehruvians getting larger by the second 

You best invest in protection 

The minds a lethal weapon 

You stressin' you stressin' 

I past your projections 

The minds a lethal weapon 

You stressin' you stressin' 

I past your projections 

The minds a lethal weapon 

You stressin' you stressin' 

I past your projections 

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Getting cream and exposure reaching my dreams they seem closer 

I hope to, keep composure on this coaster 

Life's lyrical holder I coach her like I'm supposed to 

Sent to take over the solar throw me disclosure 

I, show you who the illest is spittin' these sentences 

Straight wickedness, for your dome homes you should get with this 

Can't pickett this so they picking this, others picking fits 

Sit and piss, cause they getting dissed, me I'm flippin' scripts 

My chips, are all in, other MC's falling 

From balling, to bawling in tears now they calling 

My name out loud cause my sound ain't found 

Very often and I'm tossing rapper portions 

Barely lost in life's exhaust, it's often false coughing 

But never seeing coffins, MC's can't off him 

I'm better than awesome, leaving enemies screaming "Oh it's him" 

They glory him, and meaning me I'm causing all hymns