Blasphemy
Album : The Don Killumianti - The 7 Day Theory

[Verse 1]

My family tree
Consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin
Known to hustle screaming fuck their feelings
I got advice from my father all he told me was this
Nigga
Get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There's ten rules to the game
But I'll share with you two
Know, niggas gonna hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one
Get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's, money over bitches cause they breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one
Watch for phonies
Keep your, enemies close nigga but watch your homies
It seemed a little unimportant
When he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
Now papa ain't around
So I gotta recall
Or come to grips with being written on my enemies wall
Promised if I have a seed I'ma guide him right
Dear Lord don't let me die tonight
I got words for my comrades
Listen and learn
Ain't nothing free
Give back what you earn
No doubt!
Getting high than a motherfucker
Bless me please
This thug life will be the death of me

Come on
I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my pops told me
Blasphemy

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

We probably in hell already
Our dumb asses not knowing
Everybody kissing ass to go to heaven ain't going
Put my soul on it
I'm fighting devil niggas daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothas severely
Tell me I ain't God's son
Nigga mom a virgin
We got addicted had to leave the 'burbs
Back in the ghetto doing wild shit
Looking at the sun don't pay
Criminal mind all the time
Waiting for judgment day
They say Moses split the red sea
I split the blunt and roll a fat one
But I'm deadly
Babylon beware
It's coming from these Pharoahs kids
Retaliation, making legends off the shit we did
Still bullshitting
Niggas in Jerusalem waiting for signs
God promised, he's just taking his time (Ha Ha)
Living by the Nile while the water flows
I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go
Brothas getting shot
Coming back resurrected
Is this that raw shit
Nigga check it (It's that raw shit)

I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me
Blasphemy

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

The preacher want me buried
Why?
Cause I don't hear a liar
Have you ever seen a crack head?
That's eternal fire
Why you got these kids mind
Thinking that they evil
While the preachers and the scriptures say
We all Gods people
Should we cry
When the pope die?
My request
Who should cry if they cry
When we buried Malcolm X?
Momma tell me am I wrong
Is God just another cop
Waiting to beat my ass
If I don't go pop
Memories of a pastime
Giving up cash
To the leaders
Knowing damn well they ain't gon' feed us
In my brain how can you explain
Time release me
It's hard enough to live now
In these times of grief
They say Jesus is a kind man
Well he should understand
Times in this crime land
My thug nation
Do what you gotta to do
And know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game
I leave this here
And hope God can see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? (I leave this here)
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door?
And my people say

[Chorus]