Yeah let the choir say call the prayer
Sons of Abraham have fallen where
Testim is rejected often is fast
Where the money is accepted
Guys forget they lessons
Trying to keep my soul
But I'm falling in
In the street quick swim, circle swim
Outcasted, take a walk with them
Fucking lady justice
Coming down in scales
Homey wait, Imma get my niggers outta jail
Sold'em a dream, a cocaine bitches
Staying the same, here's a lotto ticket
Try your luck but find yourself cuffed
In the back of the truck like let's make a
Deal, was it good for the outcome what it takes to make real
Doing number 2 but come out rodent, vermin
Carriers on the stitch closed curtains

Friday mixing lots, Saturday mixing temples
Saturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay through
Monday I'm back to groupies getting hit in the window
Friday mixing lots, Saturday mixing temples
Saturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay through
Monday I'm back to groupies getting hit in the window

Losing my religion, major understatement
Might find it on the blood stained pavement
This what an adolescence, stained with
And stainless steel bracelets
Broken homes in the value getting money
Got these niggers running around like King Kong Kobe
Go for the low and the gut is so lonely
In a see full of seals the... Goes
Respect of the law don't exist where they coming from
Fell 4 years pris, I bought one lights
The truth cutting deep, got knocked to my knees
Back on my feet, stuck the past...
Before I could see, call it blasphemy
Call it Grammy
Let me give a fuck if you got one you gimme

Friday mixing lots, Saturday mixing temples
Saturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay through
Monday I'm back to groupies getting hit in the window
Friday mixing lots, Saturday mixing temples
Saturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay through
Monday I'm back to groupies getting hit in the window

Who are you carryin all those bricks for?
God? Is that it? God?
Well I tell ya
Let me give you a little inside information about God
God likes to watch
He's a prankster
Think about it
He gives man instincts
He gives you this extraordinary gift
And then what does He do
I swear for His own amusement,
His own private, cosmic gag reel
He sets the rules in opposition
It's the goof of all time
Look but don't touch
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Blasphemy Lyrics

Archie Bang – Blasphemy Lyrics