Dey/ Kon - Spit Your Game lyrics

[Hook: Dey Bishop x2] Spit your game, talk your sh** Grab your bible, crucifix Our situation is a tight one What you going to do, fight or run [Verse 1: Dey BIshop] Stealers and murderers, k**ers and burglars, still haven't earned funds, coward Finding hope in these rhymes and quotes, not lines of coke, man, I snort gun powder, ho Hope the lords forgiven him, - lords forgiven him More than sickening, metaphor till I met the lord, till I tour the morgue you're witnessing, more than penmanship Smoke sycamores, lets burn down this Rolling past liquor stores, burned down cribs Then they wonder why we find with hope with dope and cope with a flow or a verse like this, ho Damn, f** a page in The Source, stuck waging a war One who f**ed up the drug spot, stuck up the sub shop place next door And they never caught him, man, they never caught him Trying to stay down but remain foul because the devils playground is all this boredom With George Foreman's endorphins , record force of a forward sword of war sword's man Explore metaphor until I'm sourced to four horseman - Like that's whats up In a town where they drown in the brown but frown on a sound of a young pawn reaching the crown like that's whats up In a city that pities the theory that pitching a penny or itching for henny is sh**ty, like that's what up Like that's what up, what the f** is going on [Hook: Dey Bishop x2] [Verse 2: JB] Slayers and crooks, slashers and hold up artist's who don't go by the book Ill with the flow like SARS, and i cook up arson rhymes yet I get overlooked Hope the lords forgiven me, lore the enemies, morgues,cemeteries Bury them in a trench coat, Glengarry Then a sherry aperitif and I'm eating up the weakest, oh yeah You all can't understand me I feel like I'm a lamb in a stampede of hungry wolves Or a man who is standing on a bridge, jumped, but a bungee pulled him back up and he realized Real eyes realize real lies I'm stuck in a young white 2Pac mind Like f** snitches i just want to make my mom proud Enough riches and your friends turn to flops now Talking sh** on you like they ain't never got down We had beef that's a mother f**ing cop out - Like that's whats up From the area people be sharing malaria needles hysteric for lethal injections, that's whats up From the borough that's thorough in burrowing h**n, hurdling brethren, gathering thermal like that's whats up Like that's whats up what the f** is going on? [Hook: Dey Bishop x2]