Bishop Ras Kass (Ft. Bishop Lamont)

[Intro]
You right...I am crazy
But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck

[Verse 1]
I'm a boss running amok not giving a fuck
I run shit like two Brazilians putting some in a cup
Lit flamethrower with taking a dump
Next to a A-list actress while she's taking a bump
Get a gun, even unarmed police aiming at us
And when Mexicans kill all the white folk then blame it on Trump
I'm not the flavor of the month I'm the man in the iron mask
Locked deep in the dungeon discredit me and erase my past
Erase my name off the pyramids 'cause they fear the kid
Attempt to wipe out my royal lineage
I'm selfish, everybody should help me
I'm the wedding photographer who only takes selfies
Kicking your studio door, knock equipment to the floor
Colt white Forces bubblegum bottom he won't do shit
Stomp your hard drive, the bitch promo CD to toothpicks
And a pair of size nines and call it soul music
Jerry Heller and Eazy are more Ruthless
I move with the speed of 5G for the blueprint
Fuck you spectators
I bet you hate us I'ma come up with something, masturbators on escalators