Kelly portis - Thee Land of No Religion lyrics

Put your light, put your lighters up Put your light, put your light, put your lighters up For the, for the, for the king The king of, for the, for the king of [Hook] The land of no religion k**ing rappers with precision As Jesus fidgets, I'm counting digits n***as listen, God's music is subliminal A n***a like this is 'finna blow He's hungry, let's see how far his motherf**ing dinner goes [Verse 1] It's the Illuminati body possessed winged body with flesh In his formal hoodie and sweats, having gold teeth n***as impressed Smoking only grade A as if he was working on pa**ing a grade Js and Glocks as attire, Black Smoke working on pa**ing the weight n***a pa** me the K, it goes along with this Bible verse And matches this uzi burst, we ain't stacking, we use our verbs to curse Entwined in words, hoping rhymes don't get worse Spitting blasphemous, with pious thoughts, whatever defines you is cursed You're defined by your first, and remembered for your last So will you rap for cash, or for irrational thoughts of the ma** I bow my head in ma**, so does that make me any more than a mask? I f**ing curse you all in Jesus's name after kissing the church's a** Smoking on that hash, I wish my thoughts were rational Dividing up the sk** level will only get you a fractional sh** I want a gold chain, not just because it's fashionable Give a f** what them f*ggots pull, barely dab-able, their best sh** is laughable [Hook ] [Altered Hook] The land of no religion k**ing rappers with precision As Jesus fidgets, I'm counting digits n***as listen, God's music's subliminal (It's subliminal) [Hook] [Verse Two] We've been beat down, blood flowing out of our noses Oppressed by weapons suppressed, in Styx and barely floating A gold coating on weapons its dressed, bullet out the pipe and I'm gloating Bullets wasted on snitches, these mice are barely noted In elite forces, marching towards us, we barely notice Our minds demoted, chakras been frozen, let that ring through your colon Let your commandments be stolen, right under your nose A black youth raised with no particular goals This is the way it goes, new slaves in this new age, they've torn my soul A new day, a new haze, the winter's cold Colder than our idol worship for cash, these weapons are fast Lost in the past, lost in the smoke, bodies in rash Back ducking and running fast, never mind the trials I've past I've seen the Devil plant his people and dash In presidents, in the present it's evil, he laughs People oblivious sinking in cash, they don't notice the middle finger pointed at the ma** But they notice the righteous singer Who sings about God and his light, their bodies linger Swaying in a daze, lost in these days, lost in this ringer In still fame, I hear God's name, but I'm still named the king of [Altered Hook] [Hook]