Locksmith, KXNG Crooked - Blasphemy lyrics

That's right
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
It sounds something like this 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 seek success 'cause you suck
Breath and dispatch demons
I'm the lethal virus
I'm the black Persian dispersing the
Sermons through the desert, fuck Leonidas
I don't believe in titans
Or mystery Greek recitings
In need of a reassignment
You leave when I reach for my pen
The Pentecostal of pennin' 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 bitch niggas spent just as much
Time on your rhymes as studying Lock fo'?
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 sole extension of what
I wrote is convictions
Of what I know is conditions that's
Brought forth 'cause of flesh tone
Etched in stone, each breath is a sketch
A psalm a conversation, a lecture
A scripture when death is prone

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 fucks, yeah
Y'all know what's up
Yeah, arm, leg, leg, arm, head, blasphemer
I represent the West Coast, black Medina
Stompin' in my brand new Chucks
Middle finger to you lawless fucks
Y'all know what's up

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' skill
Crooked be rappin' about his blackness with
The passion of Lauryn Hill
But I'm strapped with my Taurus steel
Get clapped, nigga, war is real
You mad 'cause my city's on
I Kaepernick any song
Make the track and the chorus kneel
Let my hammer click like a magical amulet
You vanishin' in a 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 pussy as menopause
My AR-15, it started talkin' to me
Shocked as fuck
Grew some legs and started walkin' to me
Hopped in my lap
Said "Ain't you tired of cops killin' 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 shinin'
Death Row chain only time that
I wore Blood diamonds
Contributions to the West
You wonderin' what's mine?
Too $hort brought pimpin'
I brought the heavy punchlines

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 fucks, yeah
Y'all know what's up
Yeah, arm, leg, leg, arm, head, blasphemer
I represent the West Coast, black Medina
Stompin' in my brand new Chucks
Middle finger to you lawless fucks
Y'all know what's up