Lyrics Blasphemy - Daddy-O

Blasphemy

No tablecloths
Y’all saw me on Sway man
Y’all thought I was bugging
I wasn’t bugging
I’m for real
Watch this
More flip I had a feeling and I heard a rumor
Reading comments after comments from rap consumers
Seems like I struck a nerve, got underneath some skin
They say I blaspheme a God that they believing in
But if you know my history, you ain’t surprised
I’m an East New York, Brownsville type of guy
Friends in high places, rap royalty
And now I worship on the alter of lyricism
I worship Yahweh, the most high, the truer living
Call me certified, ask Rahiem and Flash
Ask Herc, Chuck D or Jamal, Caz
Ask Tracy, 168, R.I.P to get your story straight
And I reckon you know, but in case you forgot
I’m ven better now, my nw material hot
Now when I hit you with the flow, its like you getting shot
You catch your breath, you fall and drop
And don’t be fronting like you know me, you really don’t
I ain’t go stop you catching feelings, I really won’t
They wanna charge me with blasphemy
But you can’t mention hip hop without mentioning me
That’s how it goes, that’s how it be
You can’t mention hip hop without mentioning me
We got the need for speed so get down
We got some loud applause so get down
We clapping for the cause so get down
We got the need for speed so get down
We got some loud applause so get down
We clapping for the cause so get down
Something bout my peers, they want to know whats up
Am I tripping, lost my mind, am I bugging or what
But my real friends, they kinda know me well
They knew I had opinions, before the crowds swelled
Before the YouTube and Sway,
Knock on wood in Seattle, I had the long dreads
Rhodes dale, Rhodes dale, the dollar bands
Idaho, mad row I had a plan
Do Tedtalk in Stetsasonic and life is good
Still rep that TCP, I’m good in the hood
As far as rhyming go.
I’m the best to show
Not a young thug, but an old crow
And we can on dude but take the high road
But still got gunners and shooters moving in stealth mode
in places you call dangerous
We talking teaching them young ones teaching them not to miss
Police ain’t playing fair, y’all tryna throw me shade
45 by an interview that played
Panties all in a bunch I said one line
And one line got then online losing their minds
Old dad the chief, I ain’t come for beef
But if it showed just remember I got sharp teeth
I said one line, and if that made em shake
Either their God is real or their faith is fake
We got the need for speed so get down
We got some loud applause so get down
We clapping for the cause so get down
We got the need for speed so get down
We got some loud applause so get down
We clapping for the cause so get down
We got the need for speed so get down
We got some loud applause so get down
We clapping for the cause so get down
We got the need for speed so get down
We got some loud applause so get down
We clapping for the cause so get down