prince apollo – thee land of no religion lyrics
put your light, put your lighters up
put your light, put your light, put your lighters up
for the, for the, for the king
the king of, for the, for the king of
[hook]
the land of no religion
k!lling rappers with precision
as jesus fidgets, i’m counting digits
n-ggas listen, god’s music is subliminal
a n-gga like this is ‘finna blow
he’s hungry, let’s see how far his motherf-cking dinner goes
[verse 1]
it’s the illuminati body possessed winged body with flesh
in his formal hoodie and sweats, having gold t–th n-ggas impressed
smoking only grade a as if he was working on p-ssing a grade
js and glocks as attire, black smoke working on p-ssing the weight
n-gga p-ss me the k, it goes along with this bible verse
and matches this uzi burst, we ain’t stacking, we use our verbs to curse
entwined in words, hoping rhymes don’t get worse
spitting blasphemous, with pious thoughts, whatever defines you is cursed
you’re defined by your first, and remembered for your last
so will you rap for cash, or for irrational thoughts of the m-ss
i bow my head in m-ss, so does that make me any more than a mask?
i f-cking curse you all in jesus’s name after kissing the church’s -ss
smoking on that hash, i wish my thoughts were rational
dividing up the sk!ll level will only get you a fractional
sh-t i want a gold chain, not just because it’s fashionable
give a f-ck what them f-ggots pull, barely dab-able, their best sh-t is laughable
[hook ]
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the land of no religion
k!lling rappers with precision
as jesus fidgets, i’m counting digits
n-ggas listen, god’s music’s subliminal
(it’s subliminal)
[hook]
[verse two]
we’ve been beat down, blood flowing out of our noses
oppressed by weapons suppressed, in styx and barely floating
a gold coating on weapons its dressed, bullet out the pipe and i’m gloating
bullets wasted on snitches, these mice are barely noted
in elite forces, marching towards us, we barely notice
our minds demoted, chakras been frozen, let that ring through your colon
let your commandments be stolen, right under your nose
a black youth raised with no particular goals
this is the way it goes, new slaves in this new age, they’ve torn my soul
a new day, a new haze, the winter’s cold
colder than our idol worship for cash, these weapons are fast
lost in the past, lost in the smoke, bodies in rash
back ducking and running fast, never mind the trials i’ve past
i’ve seen the devil plant his people and dash
in presidents, in the present it’s evil, he laughs
people oblivious sinking in cash, they don’t notice the middle finger pointed at the m-ss
but they notice the righteous singer
who sings about god and his light, their bodies linger
swaying in a daze, lost in these days, lost in this ringer
in still fame, i hear god’s name, but i’m still named the king of
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[hook]
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