Bishop Lamont - Translator lyrics

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Bishop Lamont - Translator lyrics

[Hook: x2] I wish the game was reversed And my verse was the beat so you'd listen to me first And then dance later I ain't dumbin' down sh** You don't get it, get a f**in' translator [Verse 1] b**h It's about time I ignite I'm C-4 and you're Napoleon Dynamite Never before or in your afterlife Will you see a n***a this nice only second to Christ Or Buddah or cheeba Whatever faith you are a believer Let you down, you can be either Scram, I'm Yosemite Sam with the heater I'll clap, twist your cap, like a 2 Liter I don't mean literally But f** with my family and money and it'll be Pop! To your detriment I'm talkin' excrement Pa** the peppermint I'm on some extra sh** In the booth like Bill & Ted, n***a excellent I'm prepared, never scared, ain't it evident? No security team, I ain't the president I'm repoing the game cause y'all been negligent [Hook: x2] [Verse 2] f** the radio f** a video And f** any rapper tryin' to rap typical (fu*k YOU!) It ain't that difficult To spit some sh** that's dope Or maybe it is, but luckily for me, nope You know that sh** you wrote Ain't no sh** to quote Unless it's XXL 'Step Your Game Up' ho Peace to Mad Linx but Rap City's soft When the f** they turn The Basement to an art loft? I ain't mad at Tigger Get your money n***a I would have done the same thing just to f** Melissa It's a God damn shame When our music went corporate and f**ed up the game And like B.I.G. said, +Things Done Changed+ Labels merged, the raps and beats all sound the same Seem like damn near, every rapper bang Well I just hope Andre 3000 rap again [Hook: x2] [Verse 3] Yeah Remember Unity And The Good Life Project Blowed, Lamert Park, that's when sh** was hype That's when sh** was right Oops I forgot I'm mainstream, that type of sh** I'm not supposed to like I'm hittin' like a comet or a meteor Either your, f**in' deaf or me you're tryin' to ignore Get war, hit the floor Got guns? Get more Like a Jehovah's Witness, I'll go door to door And click, point blank, spill your brains like Igor I got a fresh start, like I'm Lyor From Warner Brothers I'm on deck f**ers I kid you not Even Mike Jack can't touch us (nope) So get back s**ers I put careers on crutches Every rhyme I drop's the sh** That's why you hear the toilet flushes Spray some aerosol, forever raw I got the game wrapped up like it's Tetherball [Hook: x4]