suu wut wwiii doing, marcy
...my organization's my organs in-place, no malfunctioning
I don't fall for a pipe dream like the light scheme luc' was hustling
I sleptwalked through my whole life and still caught up to end lucyfer
that dyke bitch as a black male as-in blackmail, who sent dudes to lux
I coulda' molded my murderers to a hamburger deluxe
chalucci too busy stalling for time slots, who heard of his rooks
I went to south philly high, we got out early, ain't have a lunch
my baby pic' since my first day here signals I been had a hunch
I'm still born, dead to rights how gods shoulda' seen luc's cipher dropped me
instead, the wu' men tried to outslick lucci don and ain't opt me
had chali con plotting, my sick sense quarterbacked the read option
to wheeze oxygen, my god tripped through embalmed smoke to keep walking
suu wut wwiii doing m8rcy, 'cause that book of clarence farce a fluke
trying to mock whom I was gets 'em land slides down a garbage chute
the truth hurts honestly, when the eagles land it, give thanks to me
I accept please copped in the form of pantylines that band for me...
sealing the rolling '20s fate
...maybe it is a fact they want to be under my ownership
but look, fillies sunni nuff is enough for me, the showmanship
of characters who overstepped boundaries get unloading clips
get a load of this, m.c. shoulda' known the rent I'm owed in bricks
done tried to backdoor this business between vs, how he double-talks
I been i.d.'ed him as judas isc. brutus, but his trouble starts
since his teeth sank into forbidden fruit, I see the hidden truth
I keep to myself, wu' men needed proof, the w8men need to prove
that shes my best friend, eagerness to do for me what need be done
I'm sealing the rolling '20s fate, these be some extremely dumb
menstruation stew eating chumps under the spell of the decade
five bodies at a time daily here since first day of the decade
it seemed like, so fillies seams tight once they don't try to wear me down
nor wear me out, fem8les city-wide babying me bear me now
my god who's forsaken me I'll utilize as a punching bag
and gods should be grateful if I don't stuff them with their lunch in bags...
GOD is born [is 7.13.1998]
...I grew up with apostle paul flipped to become adolf hitler
I wrote of it in previous verses, go back if y'all missed it
think about it, the christ bearer's the virgin rosemary, dig it
I'm ain't-I-christ, born from six sixty-nine when they murdered clarence
this movie farce they're premiering today is bogus mockery
they had an agent approach me in ninety-eight, but I could see
I had him stuck between the G. and D. on broad when he confirmed
"you know that you're the return of christ, right!" but yeah, I still discerned
from being summoned up as tzu-wu the sun of the art of war
that morning before the agent intercepted the walk I'm on
and now I got word little nas x wanna' rap about j. christ
after nas x slid down a pole to satan's lap, my sound advice
is clean grigory rasputin up, he's your man charlie mansion
on-the-other-hand other than being riddled I'm the answer
their boy little chali mac is deceased now, and they still can't just
cop any please to me, judgement days sealed since their boy's been cancelled...
the book of clarence [2.22.1928-6.13.1969] is my own book
...I was mark'd out and riddled with bullets, and now mocked by bullits
ironic, seal's brother huh, so gods still ain't got knowledge of this
elev8tor ride I been took, her council missing since '13
my spouse a masquarade-faced lucyfer, this isn't her first fling
whatever researchers gods got prepared to analyze these threads
I posted, taylor-made's my uncles' gang, I'll unalive each breath
exhaled against my own momentum, animosity these dead
issues harbored within shredding them, evidence unfound they lived
the book of clarence is my own book, they just want the blasphemy
amplified since I'm being reserected, those who'll blast for me
ironically behind my murder for alleged blasphemy
think about that before adding my name to your dumb parodies
how I force-fed the goats their own kids, their eyes suffered graves disease
look nigga', forty-two's your own skin, cursed is-it, who made believe
they suffering for nothing, that's the game played, now their fate's been sealed
involve my former name in some charade, I'll carve your face to seal's...