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• Artiste: Shabazz The Discipline
• Titre: Blasphemy
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[Chorus] Blasphemy they whisper in the dark of blasting me Let he who has no sin bust the 1st shot after me Blasphemy they whisper in the dark of blasting me Let he who has no sin bust the 1st shot after me Blasphemy they whisper in the dark of blasting me Let he who has no sin bust the 1st shot after me Blasphemy they whisper in the dark of blasting me Let he who has no sin bust the 1st shot after me [Verse One] Yo, if there's a heaven in the afterlife, it's crowded in the cosmos Only God knows, in my physical dwells Allah's ghost Many mortals embody the spirit of diablo's Of all the plagues in the ghetto We're either dead or behind bars most Unlike them lost souls, I chose the right path at my crossroad My life is like the scripture that was foretold As days pass I uphold the faith Praying God don't close the gate This life is deep, but I could hold the weight March in my Jehovah souljah state Where shaytan waits pon' God's path wanting my soul as he lie in wait Control the population with guns, drugs, diseases Got my people acting evil, strung out on needles waiting for Jesus Once made in the image of God who turned savages Get murdered by the government gang with silver badges I feel them assembling in the dark plotting to assail I hear the banging, from them fastening my cross to the ground with nails [Chorus] [Verse Two] I seek refuge from Allah from the one who is ecursive If the devil didn't exist, then I wouldn't have a purpose The prophecy must be fulfilled See I already died my first death Just cause a man is breathing, doesn't mean he has the breath The angel of death be calling spirits out the physical Take a look through the eyes of a disciple, shit is visual Allah sharpened my peripheral Blessed me with the gift of prophecy So I can see the wickedness you hid in you Raised amongst murderers and criminals, once a master crook I already know what you thinking I used to give victims the same look Let he who has no sin cast the first stone Cause when my peoples send you to me You'll be my slave in the kingdom Death is only but a breath away I pray I don't get left astray Many are they who seek to slay me like prey I hear them whispering in the dark, plotting to assail I hear them fastening my cross to the ground with nails