Bishop - The Ward lyrics

Verse one (C.Ray) Hit em up with the brainsick Come with the murder k** em all get em for the capital k** off of when the flame with A couple of mental patients Incredible cranium lookin for somebody better get on up on a replacement Flagrant flame to the mic they will hate all labor when the n***a doin right with ya hands Talking their head all hyped for yo brand f** around it and i bang it take a life by your strand But they're not concerned with whats underneath it the street's hella deep when they came from the sewers Til they pop up with the staff that'll crumble that a** into rubble we're takin no bloopers Supervillain i can really k** em with the venom but they scared of what the rhythm might do And i dont wanna do because im trinin and im finna fill the weed up in the bong and hit it with the knife too And I'm finna deliver the venom k** em Im finna pretend to get em up in and let up the ink that would fill up bend em in half Suffer the wrath then whip the grin and tell ill be givin her ma** Im inside a bottle crystal rock i provide ima gla** Of the nectar Stand a man of steel Like a superhuman general the last of my sector The part of a solo stop on the tongue watch you n***as run through this sh** for fun put that a** on the stretcher. Brain! Verse 2 (Z) Brainsick in dissections promp in the carca** talkin to sorks and they live for the boo Walk with the martians screws on loose get stumped in the Porsche and skin tsu tsu Sit em in the booth and i chop em up into food When out for the wither tools Abominable but a shoe Y'all don't rather talk about gryther but dont food If it happens to go through Well back up we're gonna chew Stomp on the block so brainsick godly this underground truth Click the tip to run through Hammer to the tooth I'm damn fresh to talk to An aqua let loose couldn't have em to build mood Truthfully I'm not easily and often amused Cause the majority is usually just copies and dues A chopper that's foosin No comprehend losin Put caps on my dues And when they cop for the moves Taco belly 10 percent a d**h or take a heater to the point I'm talkin flame so I incinerate moves Obliterate crews and they get to raise to If Im drippin the grey goose or send em to jesus Breath from the proof I six with the shooters trell introduce and get reefer the boo Stealin from the top of the head to the shoes and the proof of the built that made sickness produce Verse 3 (Dikulz) These givers have had it the hardest label of the year I take it no matter what take you with it ain't clear Man it's f** your life just like Twisted said so wicked deals on the table we can murder em right cheer Screamin they a** up in the sound of the match or watch your flames a go Forsee my main they post Don't watch your brain convulse Certain they surgical with it ima slayer post Flat line nap time dirt nat take em in to the night night Man I run up on them b**hes like I might bite The only vision that I leave you with is hindsight 20/20 think it's funny til we comin to k**in these artist Claimin that they hard til you run them a mean did the harmless Cuttin em with the sharpness and I'm leavin the blood in the garments Rip em up apart get the plaster to cover my carpets And they say that I'm heartless Live with the harshness Swim with the shar shniz When you gonna see that unnecessary evil wouldn't understand the light if it wasn't for the darkness You're welcome, you can thank me later when they take it to the inner worker come into my underground Welcome to my hundred ground Hook and my pen is my source so of course ima cut em down Verse 4 (Bleezo) Creepin up in the building Kickin it with the villians Sippin the penicillin Look what the kiddie sh** that the richest..... Verse 5 (Bishop) Mother f** rehab, thats what i told my P.O Smelling like that E.O Skiing down the ski slope Need some pedigo Holler at my amigo He got the best around and he got it for the cheap low Now i owe one owe one when it all gone When the funk comes then it won't numb Better hold on, finna go (gunshots) n***a don't run don't run n***a on the set I go dumb go dumb Lock on the radar, scope on the AR n***a play hard get your face scarred Bullets go crash with a n***a no state farm Put it down full color block for the a course Charles Xavier, please oh, Dikulz, Z the piranha my not this sh** official Bishop in the buildin n***a better have a pistol Hide in the ceiling k**a live in Sacramento Let it all blow till it go click bang Sick up in the skull yeah I'm so insane You better hide the flow So we ride up by the snow Got the powder for your nose doper than c**aine Spit it for the weirdos They offin my pain Rockin with a Tec-9 lost in the rain Ain't trippin bout the best rhyme n***as will respect mine Slizzle like the lizard when I'm sippin on that drank Twisted told me “Bishop, my n***a, in the bank” Brainsick k**in all them other n***as lame On my block that's my partner goin harder than the paint Dreaded like a rasta goin harder than a tank Verse 6 (Twisted Insane) Call me the reason that you be there for sufferin many beatings I coulda put you to sleep and there really wasn't a season I coulda been with the beat but I'm sweepin em off their feet But the chopper I'm finna eat it and n***as don't learn to freeze it Take em up out of the freezer bro body stir in the pry Put it up on the set it contributes then half em lives Throw me until I'm dead put a bullet up in my head you can put me up on a crucifix when i come back I'm ridin And everyone was signin cause I was just out there k**in sh** The sin up on this chimney you could tell that I was feelin sh** I hit em with the venom n***a they would never fill in sh** You feel like he was in a mortal combat when I finish it You will need a membership Im droppin em in the box Im over the top and you was not to get up in my f**in business I leave a n***a sleepin with the fishes I keep it independent codependent I was livin off of b**hes Sicko Patomous sack or my hand on those try the father Pick up a ball but no be Mcgyver and try to be like em Get on your knees and you pray to your Jesus till Im to strike em Im undefeated whenever you're needed out with this side I'm I was a basket case, they call me a basterd i keep on livin my life an addict yeah call me your mantra Hope or then keep up they see i be rappin so fast And I off and murderin n***as so i can see you in the patra So i could hit em or gas em peel out and hit em with sick And a b**h if I'm Liu Tsung the picture rhythmatic I hope you really dont think of dreamin they get em with this Im a type of demon that fiendin for those illegal with this Pop and next thing you feelin me now like i wasn't sh** I coulda filled you with bullets but ima fill you with flow It's a nation of motherf**ers behind me and I'll return at home to ya friend listen to me you already know, brain