Misruled Order Lyrics
| Song | Misruled Order |
| Artist | Bishop Nehru |
| Album | Magic Shop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| feat. Que Hampton | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Me and my niggas on block tryna find a wave, cops sittin wit the | |
| Glocks tryna give us graves, I ain't afraid cuz my intelligence is | |
| Relevant to my heaven-sent flow and everything embedded in it, im | |
| Better than the , next man spittin you wishin you wasn't competition | |
| You tryna get wid us but, there ain't no room for you lame ass niggas | |
| Tryna rain on a niggas parade, no time for charades. Im tryna reach | |
| Success , for now ill take sus checks. The streets I ain't gon stress | |
| Cuz coppers want us next. The only thing to do is hope to get the best | |
| But aim and go for less | |
| I used to curcuit cities, till I found the best buy, lotta staples in | |
| Back, people weren’t friends of mine. I was up late wiping tears from | |
| Eyes, hoping that the next night I wouldn’t have tears to cry. Tears | |
| From my joy wasn't likely, im like the , spike lee thats under 19 , im | |
| Fighting for my rights and all the nice things that white teens , get | |
| To do , when they get like me and buy weed. But drive high in they | |
| White tee, but if speed my tee redder than rubies , to me its | |
| Routine, cops be doing cruel things, to keep us snoozing and losing | |
| Never have I left mind behind, I keep it close cuz you never know what | |
| Time will find. Someone could slide dimes in your pocket, tryna frame | |
| You, the world ain’t safe, especially when people hate you. And | |
| Wanna take you out of this crazy place we live, lying and making fibs | |
| Instigating shit. Have you takin risks that you never woulda took. Now | |
| Instead of leaving the house your dumbass shook | |
| [Hook] | |
| I gotta stay away from the streets, cuz the cops tryna put a kid to | |
| Sleep. They showing brute force no remorse, theres a corpse in the | |
| Middle of the street. My life’s at risk I must admit A niggas scared | |
| But I gotta make a move. A Niggas Scared but I gotta make a move | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I got these obstacles they coming at me. Im trying to pass em overlap | |
| Em but my conscience is weak, my confidence speaks for any of the | |
| Things that nobody can see like all the dollars I greet and all the | |
| Bottles I sneak, in my pocket tryna get profit is the only option | |
| Fuck the nonsense coppers who watch us get demolished with our common | |
| Sense. My comments sent uncommon cents hiding with a common scent, the | |
| Dollars spent on ganja was low but know he be holding spliffs. To the | |
| Dome where they go keep my mind and soul gold. me alone with no dro is | |
| So slow. My mind’ll race, bout time and place,but my future and past | |
| Are different cuz rhymes and taste. But in the present, my presence is | |
| Still a present cause peasants, I represent without they given | |
| Consent. The cons sent are con sent messages, messages I can't better | |
| Through letters, needing cheddar is something big when you eating | |
| Cheddar for dinner |
| feat. Que Hampton | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Me and my niggas on block tryna find a wave, cops sittin wit the | |
| Glocks tryna give us graves, I ain' t afraid cuz my intelligence is | |
| Relevant to my heavensent flow and everything embedded in it, im | |
| Better than the , next man spittin you wishin you wasn' t competition | |
| You tryna get wid us but, there ain' t no room for you lame ass niggas | |
| Tryna rain on a niggas parade, no time for charades. Im tryna reach | |
| Success , for now ill take sus checks. The streets I ain' t gon stress | |
| Cuz coppers want us next. The only thing to do is hope to get the best | |
| But aim and go for less | |
| I used to curcuit cities, till I found the best buy, lotta staples in | |
| Back, people weren' t friends of mine. I was up late wiping tears from | |
| Eyes, hoping that the next night I wouldn' t have tears to cry. Tears | |
| From my joy wasn' t likely, im like the , spike lee thats under 19 , im | |
| Fighting for my rights and all the nice things that white teens , get | |
| To do , when they get like me and buy weed. But drive high in they | |
| White tee, but if speed my tee redder than rubies , to me its | |
| Routine, cops be doing cruel things, to keep us snoozing and losing | |
| Never have I left mind behind, I keep it close cuz you never know what | |
| Time will find. Someone could slide dimes in your pocket, tryna frame | |
| You, the world ain' t safe, especially when people hate you. And | |
| Wanna take you out of this crazy place we live, lying and making fibs | |
| Instigating shit. Have you takin risks that you never woulda took. Now | |
| Instead of leaving the house your dumbass shook | |
| Hook | |
| I gotta stay away from the streets, cuz the cops tryna put a kid to | |
| Sleep. They showing brute force no remorse, theres a corpse in the | |
| Middle of the street. My life' s at risk I must admit A niggas scared | |
| But I gotta make a move. A Niggas Scared but I gotta make a move | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I got these obstacles they coming at me. Im trying to pass em overlap | |
| Em but my conscience is weak, my confidence speaks for any of the | |
| Things that nobody can see like all the dollars I greet and all the | |
| Bottles I sneak, in my pocket tryna get profit is the only option | |
| Fuck the nonsense coppers who watch us get demolished with our common | |
| Sense. My comments sent uncommon cents hiding with a common scent, the | |
| Dollars spent on ganja was low but know he be holding spliffs. To the | |
| Dome where they go keep my mind and soul gold. me alone with no dro is | |
| So slow. My mind' ll race, bout time and place, but my future and past | |
| Are different cuz rhymes and taste. But in the present, my presence is | |
| Still a present cause peasants, I represent without they given | |
| Consent. The cons sent are con sent messages, messages I can' t better | |
| Through letters, needing cheddar is something big when you eating | |
| Cheddar for dinner |
| feat. Que Hampton | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Me and my niggas on block tryna find a wave, cops sittin wit the | |
| Glocks tryna give us graves, I ain' t afraid cuz my intelligence is | |
| Relevant to my heavensent flow and everything embedded in it, im | |
| Better than the , next man spittin you wishin you wasn' t competition | |
| You tryna get wid us but, there ain' t no room for you lame ass niggas | |
| Tryna rain on a niggas parade, no time for charades. Im tryna reach | |
| Success , for now ill take sus checks. The streets I ain' t gon stress | |
| Cuz coppers want us next. The only thing to do is hope to get the best | |
| But aim and go for less | |
| I used to curcuit cities, till I found the best buy, lotta staples in | |
| Back, people weren' t friends of mine. I was up late wiping tears from | |
| Eyes, hoping that the next night I wouldn' t have tears to cry. Tears | |
| From my joy wasn' t likely, im like the , spike lee thats under 19 , im | |
| Fighting for my rights and all the nice things that white teens , get | |
| To do , when they get like me and buy weed. But drive high in they | |
| White tee, but if speed my tee redder than rubies , to me its | |
| Routine, cops be doing cruel things, to keep us snoozing and losing | |
| Never have I left mind behind, I keep it close cuz you never know what | |
| Time will find. Someone could slide dimes in your pocket, tryna frame | |
| You, the world ain' t safe, especially when people hate you. And | |
| Wanna take you out of this crazy place we live, lying and making fibs | |
| Instigating shit. Have you takin risks that you never woulda took. Now | |
| Instead of leaving the house your dumbass shook | |
| Hook | |
| I gotta stay away from the streets, cuz the cops tryna put a kid to | |
| Sleep. They showing brute force no remorse, theres a corpse in the | |
| Middle of the street. My life' s at risk I must admit A niggas scared | |
| But I gotta make a move. A Niggas Scared but I gotta make a move | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I got these obstacles they coming at me. Im trying to pass em overlap | |
| Em but my conscience is weak, my confidence speaks for any of the | |
| Things that nobody can see like all the dollars I greet and all the | |
| Bottles I sneak, in my pocket tryna get profit is the only option | |
| Fuck the nonsense coppers who watch us get demolished with our common | |
| Sense. My comments sent uncommon cents hiding with a common scent, the | |
| Dollars spent on ganja was low but know he be holding spliffs. To the | |
| Dome where they go keep my mind and soul gold. me alone with no dro is | |
| So slow. My mind' ll race, bout time and place, but my future and past | |
| Are different cuz rhymes and taste. But in the present, my presence is | |
| Still a present cause peasants, I represent without they given | |
| Consent. The cons sent are con sent messages, messages I can' t better | |
| Through letters, needing cheddar is something big when you eating | |
| Cheddar for dinner |
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