Bishop Lamont - Hallelujah lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Rejoice real hip hop is back! Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah [x2] [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Good morning church let's open up our bibles Wrap up recitals, let's discuss these wack rhymers backsliders Mindless spineless by their own jury They blinded by chain after chain cause they used to being slaves Kuntas, kuntas tap dance for your advance Then lie to all the field n***as bout how you got your chance Swear you been a renegade but n***a please you've been afraid Go get Master his lemonade And stop with all your street charades You a gangster, you a gangster when did this happen At magnet school in drama cla** When you was learnin' acting and dope dealin' Scene stealin' made a perfect villain The labels need new acts you act so what a perfect fill- in Fill in the blanks but never can replace the feeling Of real music real Hustlers that been through it Real ryders, real rhymers who give they lives to it And you with me say amen It's Time For Real Music [Hook: Xzibit] Congregation please stand receive the blessing From my motherf**in' hands Sip holy water, I walk through the promise land It's Bishop Lamont my heel crush the devil head Hip Hop is Dead That's what the devil says It's all about swag That's what the devil says Len me some cash That's what the devil says Bless the track partake my daily bread [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] When they state they keep it real They really mean They keep it fake peace means war One love is one hate A stab in the back the same as a handshake It's Hollywood, Hollywierd Where your favorite rapper goes and disappears Off the planet like an alien abduction Next album first single sounds strange When he be bussin' It must be that Scientology Or blow that he been snuffing Or a combo or both Let's take a trip to the coast Be rockstars in 5 stars hotels in Overdose MTV Diary doesn't come close You think you know but you have no idea About the demons and schemin' that goes on here [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] Unholy trinity: s**, d** and alcohol Your biggest artist, from these came their downfall Even right now as you listen it surround ya'll And me too that's why you know that I'm not lyin', naw Now these stars wanna blow their brain to venus And die outside the club Be the next River Phoenix I mean correction I mean Heath Ledger Who would think an Olsen Twin would deal that deadly pleasure But this no sitcom, So try and sit calm While I read you more scripts of the Bishop Psalm From the streets and this business many disappear They both will promise you swallow then shed no tear You know they're sayin' They'll have a new n***a next year Don't let them take your soul Like they took Shakur Don't let them take hold Keep your vision clear You never know that could be me or you next year [Hook]