Black Bishops - Church Street (Prod. Humphrey) lyrics

[Verse 1: Humphrey] Yo, I'm the son of Haile Sela**ie Holy blood of Christ through my veins but the dome is of the Nazi I may lie like: "Whoever wrote the bible, it was not me." I'm a hater of peace, R.I.H like most of my OGs, rest in hell you cronies f**, I don't fight my fights but mess with the God yeah bruh fear will be your last sight I won't k** you but whatever you do better watch your back, n***as will give you a fright Never hit Napierville, my n***as will k** whoever with the fakest bite Sober makes em ill so they mad for the pill, they ain't got no chill so they wanna take flight I'm the type of ghoul that oozes the type of cool that's found in Porunga Even Majin Buu felt like a fool when facing this illy Buddha Black Bishops cause hick-ups puffin hyssop Vishuddi flowin deep go fishin For a beast so vividly vicious So my aura can make you religious Motherf** I'm mad on the beats and my bars final boss level, kick harder than feet Samurai causing slaughter to the weak, vigorously slaying these wannabes Check the Tees, if it's not BB, k** the freaks Take the keys, drive the car to a stream full of piranhas and dope beats As we eat the stolen Cheese, b**h [Verse 2: Ragga Muffin] Fall down like the walls of Jericho It's the old school head like Motown Jerri curl, burp soul with every word Mic check 1, 2, we skip the third for I am the Ragga Muffin putting cats in reverse Ask for blessings like beggars in church Vomit some more soul polluted with verbs Sometimes it's like sweet taboo, sometimes it's breathing gun powder in a telephone booth Rewind it like Deja Vu, these bars are too much for your sweet tooth Route to the roots Black thoughts reside burning inside, I swallowed the sun White man isolated the wise like activists in exile Whispering sweet lies with nicotine breath Aye yo, check, all these imbeciles are dead [Verse 3: Trill.Gxd] So it's the T.R.I double L, G.X.D Find the X without the E, after that you'll get the D Ngambona just the other day, ukhala mi Izinyembezi zigcwele mfi, get away from me, honestly Middle name Prosperity, put me on a magazine, I want nothing but triple beams And selling them CDs, you wonder why you got so many kids Contribute with them Cds like literally, support your local acts Ubezwa sebethi "I'm inlove with the Coco!" Ngizama ukukhanda umnotho, anginayo inhliziyo Type my name on Google uzobona uEl Papino Oh no, why you talking out your kulo? Umbuzo lona, ungikhulumela phansi, awusiboni isitulo? I, I don't have a problem, I, I ain't got no worries, I don't have a problem Overachiever, the only thing a n***a need is to get recognition (f** Versace flow n***a!) I'm reaching out to the ma**es, especially them celebrations [Verse 4: King Cedric] From ubhut' madlisa you'll become a once upon a time When all these spooner chicks eating eating feasting on your dimes And over-do the tricks that turn you from a kruger in his prime To a stupid rich, lucrative, targets of the crime and sh** Murder to that excellence, honor us like presidents We heaven sent, pheth' igazi lembali in my relevance The message is: It's time to silence anybody reckaless The menaces n***as feeling froggy with that arrogance You testing it? We caught you lacking, asking God to bless your b**h She heard me slit a trippy verse and made me her new favorite No one's behaving, got my sugar from your neighbor's b**h I'm sorry makhe, she said angingene than I savored it Moral of the story kids: Don't mess with all the Floral Kings Or you'll be hearing more of missing women from their homes with us Out here on a tour with us, rolling up that canibus Evangeles even with no weapon we still dangerous They can't bang with us