Blasphemy lyrics

Artist  : Tupac Shakur 
Song : Blasphemy



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God has a plan and the Bible unfolds this
wonderful plan through the
message of
prophecy. God sent Jesus into this world to be
our Savior
and that Christ is returning
someday soon to unfold the wonderful plan
of
eternity for my life and your life. As long as we
are cooperating
with God by accepting Jesus
Christ as our personal Lord and Savior
unless
the Lord does return in the next seven days,
we'll see you next
time, here on this week in
Bible Prophecy.

Makaveli:
Tupac don't
front that Blasphemy in here.(Makaveli) Remember
what my
poppa told me, remember what my poppa
told me.
VERSE 1
My family tree consists of
drug dealers, thugs, and killas,
strugglin',
known to hustle screamin' fuck
they villans. Got advice from my father
all he
told me was this, nigga get off your ass if you
plan to be rich.
There's 10 rules to the game
and I'll share with you 2. No nigga's
gonna
hate you for whatever you do. Now rule 1, get
your cash on MOB,
that's money over bitches
cause they breath envy. Now rule 2 it's a
hard
one, watch for phonies, keep your enemies close
nigga watch your
homies. It seemed a little
unimportant, when he told me I smiled,
picture
jewels being handed to an innocent child. I never
knew in my
life time I'd live be these rules,
inniated as an outlaw studying rules.
Now papa
ain't around so I gotta recall or come to grips
with being
written on my enemies walls.
Promise if I have a C, I'm gonna guide
him
right, dear Lord don't let me die tonight.
I got words for my comrades,
listen and learn,
ain't nothing free take back what you earned.
Gettin'
high than a muthafucka, bless me
please, this thug life be the death of
me,
come on, and I remember what my papa told me,
remember what my papa
told me.
Blasphemy!

Chorus

VERSE 2
We
probably in hell all ready our dumbass's not
knowin', everybody
kissin' ass to go to heaven
ain't goin'. Put my soul on it, fightin'
Devil
nigga's daily, plus the media be crucifin'
brotha's severely.
Tell me I ain't God's son,
nigga momma's a virgin. We got addicted had
to
leave the bird's, back in the ghetto. Doin' wild
shit, lookin' at
the sun don't pay, criminal
mind all the time wait for judgement day.
They
say Moses split the Red Sea, I split the blount
roll it fat when
I'm deadly. Babylon beware,
comin' for the pharoah schemes.
Retaliation
makin' legends off the shit we did, still bull
shitin',
nigga's in Jerusalem waitin' for
signs, God comin', shit, just take his
time.
Ha, ha. Livin' bottom now, why the water flow?
I'm
contemplatin' plots, wonderin' the thought
to go. Brotha's gettin' shot
comin' back
ressurected, is this that raw shit, nigga chech
it, and I
remember what my poppa told me,
remember what my poppa told
me.
Blasphemy!

Chorus

VERSE
3
The preacher want me buried, why? I know he
a liar, have you ever seen
a crackhead? That's
eternal fire. Why you got these kids thinkin'
that
they evil? While the preacher being
freaky you say honor God's people.
Should we
cry when the Pope die? My request, we should if
they cry
when we buried Malcom X. mama tell me
am I wrong, is God just another
cop waitin' to
beat my ass if I don't go pop. Memories of a past
time,
givin up cash to the leader's knowin'
damn well they ain't gonna feed
us. In my
brain how can I explain ?? It's hard enough to
live now in
these times of grief. They say
Jesus is a kind man. Well he should
understand
times in this crime land. My thug nation. Do what
you gotta
do but know you gotta change, try to
find a way out the game. I leave
this and hope
God can see my heart as pure, is heaven just
another door?
I leave this here, I leave this
here and hope God can see my heart as
pure, is
heaven just another door?