wwiii doing this together, huh [the black whole's sun]
...black hawks are out, aiming at my building, cavemen nap on ceilings
u got this war u done set up for me, agents @ civilians
u gon' pay, not me, for what u done to israel, that's the facts
that was my brother, now it's dog day afternoon shit, that's a wrap
wwiii doing this together, huh, when the moon's married to the sun
u know where I have the con's cern at though, I'm maries' murdered son
so the alpha-omega mark's on the united snakes for death?
5 and Cent plus 5 per cent match fifty-six, shot the snake to death
579 days ago, and eve's born 5 of 7-9
on israel's state's 31st, three days before his 7th time
around the sun via the earth's orbit, the set-up locked on me
she masurbates to me in ninety-five, done set me off on this
mission to find her murdered dad, my uncle's demons shot me dead
symbolically, its psychology to keep me the walking dead
she bears a d8ughter who's my mother who lost me in sixty-nine
what's owed to me's well-beyond the logic of who ain't lost their minds...
k. dot vs drake's the cake
...now with just 57 seconds left before israel's death
catches up to israel's state, Im set so my scrimmage is felt
I'm from my father's house, once gods caught up to me's after-the-fact
Iyend8 b8tches life belongs to me, my caulk basked in her cracks
brother k. dot's from my uncle's block, can I keep him on his feet
once I move one number to number one, I'm owning all these streets
and ay, drake's the cake whose comp' has been li'l debbies and tastykakes
the bloods suckers caught in the crossfire, deaths been the fate they'll face
deadlocks on slow niggas since rastafari made 'em april fools
2019 thinking sellassie's ermias, no sparing coons
retrospect's on a coroner slab for what their corneas lacked
retro checks to me got three commas to them, euphoria's cracked
k and a giving k. dot back to s.p., that's a whole blessing
proposed, and amber r8se I-guess can get my scrotem pole dressing
I gots my own plan's what I told that pussy, then this whole lame shit
attempted on me is not saving shit I am not okay with...
they're finally giving vs the keys, huh
...so I am "who is wwiiill sun" the shy connect's making strides to find
been some time since my twin geeked over the matrix in ninety-nine
saying "they're finally giving vs the keys!" to whom did that apply?
couldn't use me for shit to exclude me from shit, that's assinine
so the key bridge collapsed in ninety-five, like I-695
my cuzn renee played peanut-brittle tough like she dodged the bomb
my gig giving vs keys to the incinerator building I've
been working to break out just to break back in, slaves appealing time
my cuzn D. and I high-fived wwiiith demons, that's when I was five
later my boot camp was almighty demons platoon, I was wise
to calculate how the-fuck I'm escaping this arranged demise
to still have to kill myself, that double entendre grazed they minds
countdown's at fifty-eight, a new hope can cum make her way to mine
beginning with iyend8 b8tches life is mine, shes spared in-kind
once so fillies my team for-real, no dormant eyes or dandylions
nor beasts of burdens to me once the borderlines the pantylines...
the philadelphia corridor
...consider this, rihmeek was james price, black inc. impaled him to death
remember this, I'm in club harlem when sam christ hailed me to death
elevator to He'll, yeah, met up with lucyfer's host chali
if mms the word and mm u don't say, so fillies the most charred when
I showed up six hundred twelve days later, whose heart's the pace maker
and sam christ, willie dowd, and my mom hustled work to make paper
ben yahu graduated cheltenham high in sixty-seven
donald trump, wharton business school in sixty-eight, shit's impressive
these connects to where I'm from, what's the logic jeremiah wright
showed obama, this where I found malcom x. at, left I am write
so now it's six hundred and twenty days since israel's murder
catching up to israel's state in forty-eight, who here's nervous
now I know my cuzn renee's princess leah, this ain't made-up
born israel's state's thirty-first, been had the drop since I made her
israel would be fifty-two today, but now he can't save shit
when I choose to blitz, mary smith's my nights shift, j8rdan's my days shift....
6, 6, and 6 [18] years ago
y.b.c. t8 me is y8ung b8tches cumming to me humbly
nothing they wants from me but dick, and bloods sheds why they hunt for me
the corners remissed about how I take over their companies
day 636 since al-mahdi con's murder, they're stumped for leads
go figure, that audio recording of rhymeek taking dick
is the shit puff' ain't making it out alive from, can't save his bitch
within, I been blooded-in by none other than sam christian, so
I'm no mystery god, though I been a ghost 'til these bitches know
thus the brotherhood's evidently compromised, a no-brainer
since cain done caved my skull then don't want to know where my own brain went
18 years ago was 6.4.2006 is 666
he was better off betting his life on a lottery pick 6
'cause I gave niggas grace don't mean they can eat without giving thanks
my cuzn D. I protect from his pastlife, he left nigga's planked
my cuzn G. paved the foundation of my bar game, that's a rap
my oven's heatwave at 46 degrees, this week's aftermath...
the book of c13arence [wwIII gotta' do this together, huh]
...so talking's spelling, when shes walking up t8 me, there's no telling
our eyes meet, she fell into my text book lessons, there's no question
did wwiii conquer england yet, well then, mms the word, there's no mention
wwiii gotta do this together, huh, no entrance and no exit
comprehension's wrapping ya' mind around my full reserection
intellect shit get wiped off a windshield, the gas steppers pressing
so don't become a menace, the movies got no rating to it
been stalking her until my stalk's in her, there's no rape kit to it
the false charges cleared off of my name is all's to it, just prove it
the book of c13arence, my best friends my wife, her box where my shoes fit
my dialogue wwiiith barabus fuels the cruiseship, this the movement
motion sickness, throw up ya' whole business, give it, this no news shit
maka to madina, I endorse our corporations' music
extorting the industry, and won't one corporation do shit
my sniper's aim dead-on, my gods still ain't get on-board my rules, since
I'm gods father all-law, they die like the princess, gods been clueless...
the wrath behind barabass
...I died so my bro' shells can live out his dreams, al-mahdi con's steamed
with iron six hundred fifty days ago, reapers sewed his seams
my west philly family I'll protect through scenes, shot-out was stabbed
up down the end, madina squad regulated, shops out the bags
the ambitions hustlers push, maka's gonna' level shit out
so shells approached me about it before any metals sift out
the whereabouts, I'm the bullet-proof vest a bitch has yet to wear
I might as-well had been 302'd like the first state delaware
my wilson projects sniper put me with the tricks two years ago
her aim sloppy, but my aim's to t8ghten her up, who cares to know
of the wrath behind barabus, I'm back auditioning wrappers
my god m.c. rode shotgun with me through new jersey state's backwoods
his t.h.c. to smoke, who crossed the line's rotti'ng to raise backwoods
veci wanted to war on brooklyn street, shells riddle through that door
suu wu' men straight wwiiith me via enoch, my w8men's d8te's wwiith me
puttin' The Father back into the household, that's the way shit be...
