I Got Barz lyrics

by

Bishop Lamont


I've been thinking, trying to find a reason
To stay loving hip-hop and then gone off the ?deep in?
River run dry just like my ink pen
My level dead devil but I'm feeling like the kingpin
n*ggas got ?barz?, dressing and ???
All my Beastie Boys screaming this a sabotage
n*ggas so fake now, scared to tell the truth
n*ggas ?you rap boy go ahead you?
?Feel rap on the front now like a phone booth,?
I'm gonna turn up, but I gotta turn it down
Smoking trap, my trap music because I stay underground
Yeah symbol of the process so we feel
Same thing every day I do it just like ***
You ask what's that? n*ggas, I keep it real
Won't change my style around for no f*cking mass appeal

2 x [Hook]
Boyz I got barz, more than ???
Every time I rhyme yeah I gotta make a statement
My number one rule is I don't f*ck with fake sh*t
And I'm so cool, yeah you haters can't take it

Yeah finnie one forgot n*gga this hip-hop
Love no f*cking techno, RnB or no ?hip-hop?
If you're making after motherf*cker you should just stop
You're feeling like mess but I'mma tell you why you're not
I used pop Glock n*gga back on the block
And we hit the record store, white the local ?mumbsy pops?
Look-looking for them reckon take consents that knock
And we bail down the streets ?bumpin-bobbies? boom box
Yeah I got it reminisce to remind me why I love this
Way before the business politics no budgets
Sack on the mike four drag homie ?c*mping?
In the ?bathroom? rapping something
Wish you could feel this, I wish you could feel that
No way that but it's time to bring the real back
Fenz on line trying to find where the reals at
Isn't that ironic same thing almost killed that
No sensation, waste the inspiration
Every new album out a whack compilation
Going back to Africa, Zulu nation
Taking ??? but I got no time for vacation
Still on a quest for beats, rhymes and life
You n*ggas ask brothers all you rappers looking lie
Are you call yourself producer then your drums ain't nice
I grew up on that molly mall serving ?pretty? primo
Deal the Doc Dre, you can tell me about no beats bro
It come social networks, now everyone's a expert
n*ggas dry snitchin', over-Instagramin'
Fenz on the timeline, keeping what you're planning

n*ggas bee talking reckless, talking stupid
Thirsty for ?a teaching dobby? so useless
Now everybody somebody no matter who you are
But somebody please tell everybody y'all can all be a star!

3 x [Hook]

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