Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Greatest Trick , by - Bishop Lamont. Release date: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Greatest Trick |
| Same time you listenin' to this tape |
| The G-8 done already, decided our fate |
| Somewhere up in Scottland or Ireland, whatever |
| Sound like Mase and I don’t mean Betha |
| Yeah |
| All hell 'bout to break loose |
| Whoops, too late, hop the gate they done flown the coup |
| The preachers say I better pray to get my sins cleared |
| Or end up in Hell, but shit I’m already there |
| Hate, murder, mutalation, molestation, devastation |
| Starvation, all in our nation |
| And that crack got 'em trapped, crazy out they head |
| Watchin' fiends on the streets is like watchin' Dawn Of The Dead |
| But these are real life zombies |
| While she lookin' for a fix her daughter lookin' for her mommy |
| And that H.I.V. murkin' niggas somethin' lethal |
| I ain’t gotta watch Sixth Sense to see dead people |
| The greatest trick ever performed |
| Wasn’t by Harry Houdini, David Copperfield or Black Stone |
| The greatest trick ever performed |
| Wasn’t by Willie Lynch, Adolf Hitler or Jim Jones |
| The greatest trick ever performed |
| Wasn’t the election, 9/11 or the weapons of mass destruction |
| No, no |
| You wanna know what it is? |
| It’s the devil makin' the world think he didn’t exist |
| Yeah |
| If ignorance is bliss then what the fuck is this? |
| Children play, get blown away but bullets strayin' don’t miss |
| Didn’t know about death but it still exists |
| Witness they very last breath as they eye’s go stiff |
| I pray they lord lift 'em up and God give 'em a kiss |
| It’s better than down here, ain’t got to suffer and shit |
| I’ve been broke so long I tend to forget |
| How it feel to buy a meal without stamps or WIC |
| Is it me or are these babies growin' up too quick |
| Just yesterday she was a baby now she got one on her hip |
| Tryin' hard to hang on but she’s losin' her grip |
| And that deadbeat nigga ain’t givin' her shit |
| Just more heartache then he up and split |
| Baby’s eye’s like his but sayin' it ain’t his kid |
| Got her faith on the edge and she’s 'bout to slip |
| Devil got her thinkin' God done abandoned ship |
| I see the world apocalyptic, the truth’s been encrypted |
| The human life scripted and from that depicted |
| Now that’s not realistic |
| It’s trite and quite twisted |
| Bad new, never good news, tune in, don’t miss it |
| Channel 2 through 5 got a high speed chase |
| Same thing on 7 plus the clerk got shot in the face |
| Probably a robbery |
| Change channels, follow me |
| 9 and 11 show the same ole' economy |
| Deficit, half the shit, I flip the channel quick |
| But 13 showin' all of that |
| Plus a missin' kid |
| That good kidnapped by a punk ass chump |
| Found a car in the field, guess what they found in the trunk? |
| I hear 'em in the wind, laughin' and callin' |
| Got me feelin' just like Denzel did in Fallen |
| Half crazy but I know the Devil’s real |
| Shit, I should know |
| I signed a record deal |