Blasphemy Lyrics

Nineteen ninety-seven I erupted

Affidavit I don't play the fuck shit

Fell from heaven father said disgusting

Clipped my wings an angle with disfunction

Years later

I'm an agitator

Giving every hater

Middle finger flavor

Back then

I would beg in prayer

Now instead of favors

Yelling fuck the neighbors

This that turn it up

Break your neck

When the po-po show up

We Just flex

This that turn it up

DJ stressed

When we pop off shots and they hit his vest

Blasphemy

Asking me

Where the hell my angel wings

Blasphemy

Asking me

Why the caged bird always sings

40s when I mack

Couple shorties on my lap

Playing oldies when the police

Think they know we on the map

Yellin blasphemy

Asking me

Where the hell my angel wings

Blasphemy

Asking me

Why the caged bird always sings

Why you think that we better dawg

Why the devil been backing off

Why the evil been thought its lethal

But we the people don't feed it nah

Make a million dollars then I'm feeling myself

Til the reaper coming for me I don't need your help

Bitter feeling when you see me winning your belt

Then whip your ass with it like a disappointed dad

Back and attacking dawg

I remember telling people never backing off

They would laugh back then now they talking soft

Cuz I'm foaming at the mouth when they popping off

Now the boy got rabies

Dog don't save me

Old Jerry yeller with the shots I'm taking

Attitude shaking

Everyone waiting

Michael J fox with the ground breaking

Shatter shatter

The ceiling splatter the walls break

Madder hatter

The rabbit hole in the floor takes

About a half of you

Wake up the other half stay

Wake up wake up

They want you to make a mistake

Nineteen ninety-seven I erupted

Affidavit I don't play the fuck shit

Fell from heaven father said disgusting

Clipped my wings an angle with disfunction

Years later

I'm an agitator

Giving every hater

Middle finger flavor

Back then

I would beg in prayer

Now instead of favors

Yelling fuck the neighbors

This that turn it up

Break your neck

When the po-po show up

We Just flex

This that turn it up

DJ stressed

When we pop off shots and they hit his vest

Blasphemy

Asking me

Where the hell my angel wings

Blasphemy

Asking me

Why the caged bird always sings

40s when I mack

Couple shorties on my lap

Playing oldies when the police

Think they know we on the map

Yellin blasphemy

Asking me

Where the hell my angel wings

Blasphemy

Asking me

Why the caged bird always sings