Embarking on another crusade
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It is I against the world with only shield and blade
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Like those have gone before to me, glory or the grave
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For I am no different of the sendin of a slave
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The light shine memory for the hammers I raised
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Remember our pledge, remember freedomĄ¯s for the brave
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Never fuck a child thatĄ¯s too lost in his ways
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To ever realize death happens anyway
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Even die standin over a bitch on your knees
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ItĄ¯s fuck the police, that you the pig yellow sleeze
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Either for the cause or itĄ¯s just because
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We are not bound round lucid for flaws
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I try to stay black and always proud
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But stupid ass niggas always talkin loud
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Take me back to a nigga and IĄ¯m back to the wild
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No longer DMC, the gun move your crowd
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These rappers keep killing me with whack shit
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Just cause you can dance to it doesnĄ¯t make you classic
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Most these rappers nowadays, yea they really need their ass kicked
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Bunch of pussy ass niggas, style on ass lick
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IĄ¯ve seen em like Barry Boz with the asterix
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Fuck PC, I ainĄ¯t no motherfuckin pacifist
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IĄ¯mma mack you with a mack, pull the sniper bitch
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Nigga where IĄ¯m from, rapping dumb is straight sacrilege
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Skinny jeans and young teens ainĄ¯t the code for this
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These old ass crackers fuck sitting up in corporate
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You help fast niggas down with master to support it
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You traitor ass niggas yall need to be slaughtered
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Yall spook but IĄ¯m the spook that sat by the door
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Peep that pulled rest these Nikes and ball guns for the more
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This the wrong man, yall kitties go and do your chores
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Signed B. Lamont nigga, sincerely yours
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The Bishop (Holy Crusade)
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| Bishop Lamont |
