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locksmith & kxng crooked – blasphemy lyrics

[intro]
hey!
he lives six feet down (six feet down)
he only comes around
when he wants to get down
but when he comes out of his hole he sounds somethin’ like this

[verse 1: locksmith]
yo
hit him in his arm, leg, leg, arm, head
blast femur
arm, leg, leg, arm, head
blasphemer
from black jesus to bathsheba, you rap divas
only seen success because you suck breath and dispatch demons
i’m the lethal virus
i’m the black persian, dispersing the sermons through the desert, f+ck leonidas!
i don’t believe in titans, a mystery greek resiance
in need of a reassignment, you leave when i reach for my pen
the pentecostal of pen’n gospel, the new inoculum
adjustin’ my flow, we can’t speak, cause you just a capo
it’s just a thought, though
what if you b+tch n+ggas spent just as much time on your rhymes as studying lock for
the fishbowl i was rowin’ in, has eroded him
so i wrote it in with a stoic grin, cause i won’t pretend
i won’t amend what is meant to be broken, mentally loathin’
low and behold, stay afloat while you sink below ’em
bestowing these stonings and throwin’ his life in these poems
and pourin’ his strife in these quotes but under the knife of no one
a known threat to the threshold, that your chest holds
a gesture of descent, you sent this way, an obsessed soul
the soul extension of what i wrote is convictions of what i know is conditions
thats brought forth cause of flesh tone
etched in stone, each breath is a sketch of psalm
a conversation elixir, a scripture when death is pr+ne

[chorus: locksmith]
hit him in his arm, leg, leg, arm, head
blast femur
i represent the west, the new black medina
stompin’ in my brand new chucks
middle finger to you lawless f+cks
yeah, ya’ll know what’s up
arm, leg, leg, arm, head
blasphemer
i represent the west coast, black medina
stompin’ in my brand new chucks
middle finger to you lawless f+cks
ya know what’s up

[verse 2: kxng crooked]
talkin’ west coast legends, ain’t no way you can leave me out
put that on my dear mama, i was chillin’ in afeni’s house
never be another 2pac for sure
but i’m from the city of crips, bunch of blupac shakurs
hear me out
raps attract green cause i pack em with chlorophyll
so much green, i know how campers who lamp in the forest, feel
you wack and ignorin’ sk!ll
crooked be rappin’ about his blackness with the passion of lauryn hill
but im strapped with my taurus steel
get clapped, n+gga, war is real
you mad cause my city’s on
i kaepernick any song, make the track and the chorus kneel
let my hammer cl!ck like a magical amulet
you vanishing in an ambulance
i manage to stand on the corner, still
i’m the goat, blasphemer, why you hatin’ the son of god
i’m the ancient egyptian that designated the sun to god
i’m antediluvian, i move with the nubians
black jew in a synagogue, you p+ssy as menopause
my ar+15, it started talkin’ to me
shocked as f+ck, grew some legs and started walkin’ to me
hopped in my lap, said “ain’t you tired of cops k!llin’ blacks?
you should use me to go and shoot an officer off of duty”
nah
i know they mad, they hate to see a thug shining
death row chain, only time that i wore blood diamonds
contributions to the west, you wonderin’ whats mine?
too $hort brought pimpin’, i brought the heavy punchlines

- locksmith kxng crooked lyrics

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