mission is possible: the dead wreckoning
...at 4:35 anthony and christopher's bodies dropped off
so in 4.35 anthony christopher's body's dropped off
1971, 435 bodies knocked off
so I was born to die, lucyfer's host tried, I got him knocked off
my cuz'n summoned demons to finish me off since ninety-five
the I-95 couldn't take you to me to find I'm alive
still, how I feel about it's got me questioning earths' existence
leave it to rape victims, you all will die, not one soul gon' make it
so israel will be completely cleansed, mission is possible
dead wreckoning, I'm gabriel's host esau/isa, morale's topical
been riding through brooklyn street searching for who's at six sixty-nine
I'm ant christ, so I know sam christ owes me since 1969
the jury's hung, my almighty demonstration's a.c.d.c.
new-bold does not exist in 19146, beys should reach me
r.i.p. to chali lucyano on 9.5.22
the codes mms the word/mm u don't say, so fillies all that'll do...
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the dark tower poster pt. 6: I took over nyc
...just remember, it was vesey and church streets, and then vecci/christ
proposed by lucci in the cemetary, right, my left is write
my bloods circulation should heal my body now, what's left is blight
still, luc's cipher lost lucyfer's host to light known as lux in-sight
called me his best friend, my el'ev8tor ride's to the big apple
mike knox stepped on my heel to punch a neck, hass' in a big snafu
chali khan might've brokered peace between the ram and man they call
because I seen the walk-down as a kidnap-attempt, damn shit's raw
to speak of what philly niggas is and ain't got his mans withdrawin'
I'm here-and-there though, so there's no escape from where I plant these broads
I am all-law, my guess I been destined to take over new yolk
who don't believe philly black muslim's my killer, so what you thought
I can let shit live after that, you must eat pork demons infest
I flood the taste buds of the opposite sex, my semen digests
the bloods sheds between vs, so let's not pretend there's some cease to this
I'm allergic to false peace, I'll break out the sig' s.p.'s to shit...
444 pt. 2: the book of c13arence
...I right with my left, and so you'll get left with my write, that's a bet
your life on it's the price on it, pussy I pets named baphomet
the goat's novel, a class of niggas recited in front of bush
how's a bird in the hand beat two in the bush, bitch just shoulda' douched
the bloods shoulda' pushed my reserection from the dead, every moon
cycle's been a dread, vaginal walls is what I'll dredge when I spoon
heroin's a bitch, my cuz'n khandi played romello's mother
my cuz'n fred's character odell's beloved, the wires muzzled
when the bullits spent, hova should know what caused his tire trouble
I am not to be played with, that pussy's not my body double
I took every round meant for me, and stood back up every murder
who had the guts to mention me with slick talk, now getting nervous
who wants their guts inverted, remy's mum about vs when she cums
to the business terms between vs, my el'ev8tor's mm, we strum
the base guitar case had the drum, staircases packed with cop killas
steppers the foot fetishes couldn't stop, the c13arence not mimicked...
brotherly love got b.l.o.o.d.s. stuck
....my bro' kenny warned them bronx niggas beforehand, not in shorthand
clear as distilled dihydrogen monoxide, we not the buls playin'
could care less the size of ya' housing projects or the tenements
I do my work allone, philly ain't have to back my sentiments
it ain't mind control, it's brotherly love spelled in that acronym
when I ring ya' souls of my people's inheritence, that's your ends
I ain't for cheap-talk, I ain't for small-talk, I ain't for all the rap
once I capitalize when the bloods sheds between vs, all the cap
poppi wanted to double-down on's all for laughs, but all agasp
when witness to his body's organs splashing 'til a pulpy mass
who got the juice now, the-fuck outta' here, I been solidified
I can manage' both the mum and the mmm, their vibe's been signified
however much brotherly love got bloods stuck, I'm not the lame duck's
been how I trained vs, whatever you're used to, we're not the same bunch
so look, as I put the lid back on campbell's soup, will campbell still
be looking for hip-hop's murderers, yeah, africa bam ain't spared...