Lyrics Willie and Uncle Elroy - Arch Bishop

I'm one of the coldest motherfuckers To ever sold a goddam nickel bag
On the east side and you can ask Anybody god dam bout dat
I'll sell a nickel bag right in front of the police
Police come down there dealin with another nigga
Got him on the car I sell anything Right back back right behind his back

Jerz he be sayin that I'm lazy when it Come to making music
If I think sample crazy I loop it
Like that shit stupid
In the booth im abusive
I'm obnoxious im a nuisance
Gotta ratchet on me no toolkit
Not a lot of people that I'm kool wit
I'm a god I just gotta prove it
Put a round to yo top like your Jewish
And we cut from a different cloth
And the broth that you come from us sewage
I'm the truth bitch thought you knew this
Word play I can do tricks
You don't want beef I can Ruth Chris
Eyeball yo bitch
I'll sock you too bitch
Make a move bitch
When I shoot swish
I'll let em loose quick
Got a loose wrist
On the pot gotta smooth whip
Weigh it on the dot I don't lose shit

Don't make me over
Now that I'll do any thing
Don't make me over
Now that I'll do any thing

Hand sanitized plan realized
Right before the eyes of the meek find
When I seek like Gandalf on the peak wit the leaf chief
Corn cob pipe rocking chair
Squints in the air livin on a prayer
Willie bon jovi fuck a trophy Approach me only if it's rare
Peter Paul seen it all hiding girls in The cloisters laugh at the people too boisterous
Trapped in between 2 portraits
One is based in fact, and the other One they paint behind ya back
Them white people judge you the 1st Time they ever saw ya face nigga like Roberta Flack
They on video talking reckless at the Food fa lesses
Dimwit contessas need white Privilege lectures extra
Cuz they don't know the ledge
Ben Simmons dribble thru a nigga legs
Consider this experience real nigga Shit jet beauty's on a bigger bed
In the midst of the shit jewels infinite Wit a twist of the gift
That I was born wit on March 6 Bill and Ted on our trip
Sun we wit the shit
One, time, for ya mind if you 5% you Teach the dumb and blind
Otherwise you 85 homogenized Capsized ship that move wit the tide
Niggas get conspicuous pontificate on Ridiculous shit seems limitless
The Archbishop is a gymnast wit the Penmanship bitch
Simone Biles wit the styles Inspiration always Wu and Miles
We takin people to Thee Upper Room either get down or go the fuck around
For the here and now
Rest In Peace John Lewis take a bow
I Vowed to hold it down since a child
And learned of the great Adam Clayton Powell
Guerrilla style
Like US soldiers in Manila how
They show us how they feel about
Our presence how we got from the desert
To Reggie Miller house
LAV-ISH livin
But to them we always gone be niggas
How we gone get to healing if these Crackers are the plug to all of the penicillin
Fuck ya statues
A racist history in little white capsules
The actual manifest destiny was carried out by some real assholes