Moon&Stars - Bishop Nehru, Raz Fresco

Ayo spiral be the movement of the spirits

Pyronetic spittin special edition kicks illin in the village

With Dynasty Visions, Dreams of major league pitching

Me and Bishop sufferin from ill young nigga syndrome

Killin shit and we co-defendants

Sittin back chilling rooms be marijuana scented

Egyptian gold my nigga got Cleopatra women

When you start the race, I be at the finish line illin

Who am I?

Mr. Never Money Over My Niggas

Gludious grippin She got nubian begginings

She truthfully gifted, I carress her that’s player pimpin

Ima fucking villain so fuck the system fuck if they feel this

Raptors Jacket Cash in the Denim

Time is money and I got mad money invested

In this rap shit, dwarf a giant when I rap shit

So much beyond the surface if you can pass this

Everything written in the Moon and the stars

And everything under the Sun has been done

But this shit right here?

There’ll never be another

I said this shit right here?

There’ll never be another

A nigga tryna get it a scene that ain’t hard to find

I’m hoping that lines or dimes will leave me the lines of dimes

Whether bitches or riches, I’m tryna avoid the stitches

Wanna be taking pictures with fans saying my rhymes vicious

My mind gifted, lines wicked try and switch this

Nigga up in the rough, and disrupting the sudden force of corrupt niggas must

Think they getting something from me

Since I got to the money

Even Elders been acting funny

And honeys no longer dummies

Remember when I was bummy, no clothes

With more foes coming by the boatload

A chokehold, is what I got the game in

You straining, I’m entertaining

Fans killing all the remaining

Patience, impatiently, wait and see

I murder rappers and on a daily basis we

Breaking weed, baking these tracks your ass lack

You wanna react, cut the slack and bring it back

It’s a wrap

Appears on Nehruvia 7. Languages 8. Moon & Stars 9. Her Ballad (Dymeclin)