Bishops Outro by T-Moe Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Hey, don't put nothing special on this Daily
No in and out no nothing
Leave this shit raw I need them to feel me on this one
[Verse]
They say being lyrical don't make a good rapper
And just 'cuz you rap good don't make you lyrical
Said that I'd be a beast if ever give 'em both
Something you could bop your head to mixed with killer quotes
*heh*
But y'all don't hear me though
I just wish you could see my thought process
You'd simply be amazed at the levels my mind stretch
I'm anti-weed so getting high there's no need
Hurt your head trying to think like me
There's blunt force trauma with no blunt objects
See what I mean?
*uh*
It's the finale 'cuz it's final
It's Mayweather versus everyone trying to get his title
Oldschool sound move around like a record player
Because that's what I'm after
You do it for the vine I do it for the vinyl
Look
I'm rolling in like Napoleon tear your Bonaparte
God gave me all of this talent I had to throw a dart
Do watch who's [?] doing rapping or hooping
I couldn't choose witchcraft I felt like Joan of Arc
So [?] boy niggas better just let me be
If they jail me my blackass coming back bust a nigga I'm Rosa Parks
My mentality is too animal no Noah's Ark
Internet thugs getting bouldered now
Get beat with a boulder
Now yo dumbass laying under a rock like Patrick Star
Or a nigga wake up feeling Spongebob ready
Anti-social so I just stay in my bubble like Sandy
On a daily chase for money like Mr Krabs
If it's beef I'm Squidward I'd hate to have to serve you your Krabby Patty
Nigga!
Ain't it funny how making something from nothing work
Getting rich off talking shit instead of touching work?
Just want a couple M's they talking bite-size candy
Get it and Imma invest green like Doug Funny Shirts
Shit I gotta make she that me-a eats
May sound shallow but I gotta keep J's on me-a feet
Should be only happy words whenever me-a speak
Thousand grade counting course linen whenever me asleep
Heard me I'll aid you to your death like you Eazy-E
I do this easily
Y'all can't compete with me
I swear to God half these rapper don't no that I'm Bishop
Sometimes if you want juice you have to kill your crew to get it
Boogy may come to get you
Anne Frankly you niggas cannot see me like I'm Hitler
That's kind of spooky ain't it?
Strapped with a ratchet like the [?] made Hoochies famous
Just wanna ball like Mike I think I'm like Calvin Cambridge
Bit back my smile you'll unmask a monster like Scooby's Gang
It's a shame how many times I had to slow it down put it in lamens
So your mind can obtain it
Nigga I'm way too dangerous
My shit banging on the net like Kerry Kittles
Rappers throw salt on slugs it really make my blood sizzle
Sometimes I feel like the character 'Q'
Cumbersome
You kosher till I get a dill and your face get sour like pickles
That line was for my niggas
Or more like [SoCal?]
We got [?] when I get on I don't know y'all
I swear one day people gon' yell my name like Roll Call
But get it on see mo' heart
Even though a nigga spit a masterpiece no Mozart
Niggas love T-Moe's art
Women want in T-Moe's heart
All of you niggas fake y'all snakes in the grass
T-Moe y'all
Echoes of encore in my head
They want T-Moe y'all
[?] they want T-Moe y'all
Niggas rap and get more yawns
Take a nap and ignore y'all
Niggas [so for this so on?]
I've been waiting for so long
To be a fraction of this ill you have cop a sack
Of the most potent we roll a whole thing of stocking fat
Pass up cloud nine go to that place where NASA rockets at
I mean really take that line to head like Dodgers hats
And only then you'd still only be a copycat
A fucking Garfield clone nigga a copycat
[?] Sylvester nigga a copycat
You ain't ill you just think you are like hypochondriacs
A lotta
You could put that in front of bars
Homer Simpson and his friends you could get saddened from the bars
Jazzy yellow bitch named Lisa told her to eat my shorts like Bart
So she straight up blew me
Then she was [?]
It was crazy 'cuz her twin sister gave me head too
Yellow bitch looked like Tia I called her med-school
She tell me come over dip dick and slobber then I holla
Yo ass come over unannounced she tell you go home Roger
I guess that do to the fact that you like to cuff and stalk her
I hit that shit then run off quick just like a nigga knocker
The next line is ironic but it's the truth
Every movie Pac played in had niggas flying off roofs
So for instance Above the Rim
I ain't gonna go in debt
But remember that one-on-one scene where Nutso was playing Shep
Shep started getting aggressive putting Nutso in check
So he jump trying to win a bet in retrospect flew to his death
My OG say it's a shame what's gonna happen next in this game
But I don't care Imma go at these nigga's necks
*heheh*
I swear to God half these rappers don't know I'm Bishop
Ain't got no friends when they come to rap
Bitch all y'all can come and get it
Jesus Christ's niggas nicest verses more like scripture
Murk 'em till I'm that nigga
Spit it cold to chip on my shoulder
Nobody spitting like I'm Big Tigger
Rap the city my brainstorm and I'm upstairs cooking like Momma Tigger
Heard your song now you look like Dilla
Here's a hearse I bet you hop in it
[?] and...
*cough cough*
WOO!
[Outro]
Yo
You got the juice now man
Yeah
Hey, don't put nothing special on this Daily
No in and out no nothing
Leave this shit raw I need them to feel me on this one
[Verse]
They say being lyrical don't make a good rapper
And just 'cuz you rap good don't make you lyrical
Said that I'd be a beast if ever give 'em both
Something you could bop your head to mixed with killer quotes
*heh*
But y'all don't hear me though
I just wish you could see my thought process
You'd simply be amazed at the levels my mind stretch
I'm anti-weed so getting high there's no need
Hurt your head trying to think like me
There's blunt force trauma with no blunt objects
See what I mean?
*uh*
It's the finale 'cuz it's final
It's Mayweather versus everyone trying to get his title
Oldschool sound move around like a record player
Because that's what I'm after
You do it for the vine I do it for the vinyl
Look
I'm rolling in like Napoleon tear your Bonaparte
God gave me all of this talent I had to throw a dart
Do watch who's [?] doing rapping or hooping
I couldn't choose witchcraft I felt like Joan of Arc
So [?] boy niggas better just let me be
If they jail me my blackass coming back bust a nigga I'm Rosa Parks
My mentality is too animal no Noah's Ark
Internet thugs getting bouldered now
Get beat with a boulder
Now yo dumbass laying under a rock like Patrick Star
Or a nigga wake up feeling Spongebob ready
Anti-social so I just stay in my bubble like Sandy
On a daily chase for money like Mr Krabs
If it's beef I'm Squidward I'd hate to have to serve you your Krabby Patty
Nigga!
Ain't it funny how making something from nothing work
Getting rich off talking shit instead of touching work?
Just want a couple M's they talking bite-size candy
Get it and Imma invest green like Doug Funny Shirts
Shit I gotta make she that me-a eats
May sound shallow but I gotta keep J's on me-a feet
Should be only happy words whenever me-a speak
Thousand grade counting course linen whenever me asleep
Heard me I'll aid you to your death like you Eazy-E
I do this easily
Y'all can't compete with me
I swear to God half these rapper don't no that I'm Bishop
Sometimes if you want juice you have to kill your crew to get it
Boogy may come to get you
Anne Frankly you niggas cannot see me like I'm Hitler
That's kind of spooky ain't it?
Strapped with a ratchet like the [?] made Hoochies famous
Just wanna ball like Mike I think I'm like Calvin Cambridge
Bit back my smile you'll unmask a monster like Scooby's Gang
It's a shame how many times I had to slow it down put it in lamens
So your mind can obtain it
Nigga I'm way too dangerous
My shit banging on the net like Kerry Kittles
Rappers throw salt on slugs it really make my blood sizzle
Sometimes I feel like the character 'Q'
Cumbersome
You kosher till I get a dill and your face get sour like pickles
That line was for my niggas
Or more like [SoCal?]
We got [?] when I get on I don't know y'all
I swear one day people gon' yell my name like Roll Call
But get it on see mo' heart
Even though a nigga spit a masterpiece no Mozart
Niggas love T-Moe's art
Women want in T-Moe's heart
All of you niggas fake y'all snakes in the grass
T-Moe y'all
Echoes of encore in my head
They want T-Moe y'all
[?] they want T-Moe y'all
Niggas rap and get more yawns
Take a nap and ignore y'all
Niggas [so for this so on?]
I've been waiting for so long
To be a fraction of this ill you have cop a sack
Of the most potent we roll a whole thing of stocking fat
Pass up cloud nine go to that place where NASA rockets at
I mean really take that line to head like Dodgers hats
And only then you'd still only be a copycat
A fucking Garfield clone nigga a copycat
[?] Sylvester nigga a copycat
You ain't ill you just think you are like hypochondriacs
A lotta
You could put that in front of bars
Homer Simpson and his friends you could get saddened from the bars
Jazzy yellow bitch named Lisa told her to eat my shorts like Bart
So she straight up blew me
Then she was [?]
It was crazy 'cuz her twin sister gave me head too
Yellow bitch looked like Tia I called her med-school
She tell me come over dip dick and slobber then I holla
Yo ass come over unannounced she tell you go home Roger
I guess that do to the fact that you like to cuff and stalk her
I hit that shit then run off quick just like a nigga knocker
The next line is ironic but it's the truth
Every movie Pac played in had niggas flying off roofs
So for instance Above the Rim
I ain't gonna go in debt
But remember that one-on-one scene where Nutso was playing Shep
Shep started getting aggressive putting Nutso in check
So he jump trying to win a bet in retrospect flew to his death
My OG say it's a shame what's gonna happen next in this game
But I don't care Imma go at these nigga's necks
*heheh*
I swear to God half these rappers don't know I'm Bishop
Ain't got no friends when they come to rap
Bitch all y'all can come and get it
Jesus Christ's niggas nicest verses more like scripture
Murk 'em till I'm that nigga
Spit it cold to chip on my shoulder
Nobody spitting like I'm Big Tigger
Rap the city my brainstorm and I'm upstairs cooking like Momma Tigger
Heard your song now you look like Dilla
Here's a hearse I bet you hop in it
[?] and...
*cough cough*
WOO!
[Outro]
Yo
You got the juice now man