Songtext Paranormal activity Bishop Lamont

Paranormal activity

Featuring Rich Kidd & Philly Swain

I’ve seen The Serpent and the Rainbow 5 million times
My usual unusual, my morning rich will confuse you
Got my city up on the block, I’m spinning some Flintstones doables
You think about some rappers and the evil shit I do to you
Fuck everybody, yea they think this more than you do to ‘em
I got a appetite for weaponry
You beatie with the semi while I open Sesami
Cookie face I corner, mediocre fire weapons see?
For murder I got the recipe
Freak on Ramsey’s, body parts stuck up in the pantry
Limbs do not explain the light so let’s estimate
Yup yup yup yup welcome to the corner where with diesel fume I goggle
Spittin’ flames, chop all your brains down to your corridors
I fuck roll like it’s 86 particles
Stage the purp, hear me ho
Get everything, you’re on a road to high high
More evil than alive
It’s the bla bla how I got to the ra ra ra
I’ll beat the grandest body up until it’s chilly con carne
No rapper but a step for my vicinity
I’m wishing your career severe ear to ear literally
Manure labels, it’s direction – gravity
Up and nice sincerity, he was gone but lil illiterately
You blooth shootin’, Duke Nuke hit with heavy artillery
I mean it’s so so severly
It smacked out your back

Paranormal activity
I got 40 gun totems that will pop off instantly
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
Got phantoms, banshees that will kill your whole family
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
It’s the night of the creeps, you better not fall asleep nigga
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
That’s a midnight dead white, we are on the creep nigga
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
It’s caution in the house pickin up with GO nigga
Yea, it’s paranormal activity

I bring van Gogh’s paranormal activity
Paranormal entities on the chimy I mean I need double D
Felomptous, throw that on the Ouija
This is my game, you will always be a weegy
Circus ring reckoning for the day that the heavens ring
After my door step I ain’t going under the floor yet
Who’s religious and who isn’t
Why are the richest people jews and Christians
Who’s offended by my euphemisms?
Blame my wallets and my jeans, I carry the true religion
So I don’t trick on no stupid bitches, that’s superstition
Focus like Chopin with the key
Smokin’ loud gang, chauffeur rolling down university
Such as life, what a fucking life
I got a loving niggas skin is with you every night
Losing vitals cuz their jewels they were in forfeit
Take ‘em off, striptease on some Demi Moore shit
Wear it at the social arkita, what? More shit
Thought they’d never afford to get their Mr. Ed horse shit
Seen demons out you never seen
In fact in my head put a hex on my melodies
Normal nigga I will never be
Better act a pair, too different for my era
I love too much mascara often white girls in horror movies like Sarah Michelle Gellar
All fellas wild fellas
Neighborhood midnight park dweller
Man I give you the picture like the art fella
Powder bitch slap your teeth
Ganking at your Mona Lisa on a freak
I’m courteous, doing 3 balls from pizza

Paranormal activity
I got 40 gun totems that will pop off instantly
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
Got phantoms, banshees that will kill your whole family
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
It’s the night of the creeps, you better not fall asleep nigga
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
That’s a midnight dead white, we are on the creep nigga
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
It’s caution in the house pickin up with sway

Yea, it’s paranormal activity
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
It’s caution in the house pickin up
Yea, it’s paranormal activity

The illest alive, 50 dope dealer pin die
Got your girl on the back with her heels to the sky
Wool in the fiber, sunset filling the vibe
That K indian burn if you’re killin’ your tribe
Act like I’m your son just to find what you hire
Realized that you let a fucking pilgrim inside
Yell! Catch you baggin, put your brains on the stair
My name sway now is grazed in the city of hell
City of Phil, gotta be really as hell
If you slip, watch your own blood drift in the shells
In this industry the bitch niggas halla and yell
How they rich but they ain’t got a dollar for bail
You ain’t rich til your kids got dollars to yell
And everybody in your squad getting dollars as well
Have points from the shotgun, double the shells
The man there, he’s a hit with the poets as well
Back, my crowd’s scared from the sounds of the gat
Fuck the nigga day up like he sat on his head
6-0, south-west, I put my saddle in man
Come to Philly, they will tell you how it go where I’m at
It’s real real

Paranormal activity
I got 40 gun totems that will pop off instantly
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
Got phantoms, banshees that will kill your whole family
Yea, it’s paranormal activity
It’s the night of the creeps, you better not fall asleep nigga