So Sad Songtext
von Bishop Lamont feat. Chevy Jones

So sad, too bad
Your career is over now
Don′t cry, dry your eyes
Take that hand and say goodbye


Madman, it's the rap mine cough
′Bout to fuckin' start a whole new Holocaust
Fourth Reich, my soldiers on the blocks
Self-employed, I ain't got no boss
Dre my OG, so don′t get it crossed
Only answer to God or Christ on the cross
This is no facade, all me in your box
Real ′til I'm R.I.P. in a box
Death is an illusion, life a mirage
So fuck authority, y′all not in charge
Military minded, call me sarge
'Bout to kill rap, then I′m a criminal at large
It's trash day, y′all niggas garbage
I'm shinin' like Jack in the Lodge
A Jay Yancey, I′m doin′ my job
It's the global warming, it′s heatin' up, for rappers it′s a prob

So sad, too bad
Your career is over now
Don't cry, dry your eyes
Take that hand and say goodbye


I done warned y′all hard-headed fuckers
In one ear and straight out the other
Catch you while you sleepin', that's deep cover
187 With your pillow, get smothered
I′m sick and I′m not gon' recover
So pull the plug, I′m gone, motherfucker
You rap niggas, y'all so stupid
I′m not just a man, Bishop's a movement
Don′t believe me, nigga? Go on and Google it
Been through Hell, got the burn marks to prove it
Cup on the times like Constantine
Young soldier nigga since overteen
I'm Murdock, nigga, rep the A to the team
Pop out the coffin with the M-16
I'm the clock on your dresser ′bout to wake you from your dream
Music to murder by, this is that theme

So sad, too bad
Your career is over now
Don′t cry, dry your eyes
Take that hand and say goodbye

You niggas don't know what′s happenin'
I′m preachin', y′all niggas rappin'
I'm teachin′, y′all barely passin'
Most rap albums out, hate ′em with a passion
You ain't the man, nigga, you Jesse Jackson
Standin′ next to the man when bullets was blastin'
Bishop Luther, born to be king
Rappers bow down, mwah, kiss my ring
I′m God's middle finger, I reign supreme
Fuck y'all niggas, can′t reach my height
Thoughts so deep, fish need flashlights
Homie, I′m today, you niggas last night
This your execution, I'm readin′ your last rites
Fuck good manners, I'm through bein′ polite
Niggas cock hammers, I'm the foreman on sight
Caustic′s 'bout to blow and I'm the dynamite

So sad, too bad
Your career is over now
Don′t cry, dry your eyes
Take that hand and say goodbye
So sad, too bad
Your career is over now
Don′t cry, dry your eyes
Take that hand and say goodbye