the lolita express pt. 3: food
...all I gotta' do is catch up to me', and that's enough to seal
fates, the bottom-feeders feed on loads of waste enough for meals
l8lita's eager mouth done found my semen out, I'll breed her breaths
I prey that my dick reserects to find the strength to meat her spit
indeed her wit isn't enough for her to keep her sense about
her deep feelings for me around a social setting when she's out
I'm discreet as I roused the streets to bow to me to keep the heat
at a simmer, if it's dinner, be food if you want beef with me
15 years holding shit in doesn't add up when I see she kept
chalucci's name out of her mouth, but everyone else feels her whip
I'll find the price on a jag', purchase the whip, and then smash the grill
before she gives my money up to the system, her ass is killed
and I have l8lita on-tap by then, she brings me g8rls herself
the world knows how to reserect me now, I seized the globe myself...
role call [the dark tower poster pt. 2]
...peace to ice corleone, rest in peace to me's what people thought
gods intuition wasn't down-to-the-core where evil's stored
my bloods my c8usins, let's start this off between me and the mom
that I was taken from back in sixty-nine, repeat and pause
buttons pressed, no eject, I'm not a reject, receipt with costs
is what you looking at when sites locked onto me, the peeping toms
never noticed I master bait whoever saw me masturbate
two fists with enough left over actually, she gasps to me
the role call is a family feud a brawl is no answer to
it'll be only me that your broad answers to when having to
brother saleem on-call when a ransome been due, that's for capital
with no capping, it's all action with no acting, we're the actual
chali con done said it out his mouth about what we have to do
when I oblige, I'm all-out with mines until your pastors spew
fond memories to your loved ones about who you were to them
I know better, my bloods a cold weather, you never was a friend
traces of my bloods showing up where you rest, and all you can
say is closety shit out ya' mouth to have me hawk this spit
from guns I mentallly maneuver, got the patients to prove it
a bitch saddling up after-the-fact's basically stupid
me getting rid of evidence is scabs basically clueless
that I am soo-woo the one being called out by their recruiters
find 'em in suitcases packed not to board on our fuselage
won't contaminate our batch of newbians with uzi's shit
I'm all-law, but don't think I spit what 100 kufis spit
niggas ain't in-touch with me at all, their bitches shoo'ed me since
the days my niggas gave me the name rulerfoot, who'd a' thought
I'd have vs eating off your states license plates, that's food for thought..
quaranteen [a.c.d.c. of the e.d.n.]
...well, what've I been reiterating all along among other things
about south philly to harlem new york's need to be quaranteened
for practicality's sake, the crime scenes yellow taped, I ain't
even get into quaranteening d.c. yet, the place I'm at
is where I begin, the ongoing trend now's the corona memes
me being the eye of the storm, I just scene what they owe to me
when going back to my point of origin, they done thought changing
its cosmetics would force compromise in my diatribe, brainless
demographic reaarangements turn to graphically deranged wigs
out in traffic whether passenger or behind the wheel racing
a.c.d.c. the current, see, involuntary murder sprees
to preserve my own birth receipts, how saint agnes gave birth to me
I'm not here for everybody's been the warning, now you're warming
up to my corona with fever pitches and bronchial fits
the stock market I'm targeting, its house market and profiteers
I nudge out of a window to skyscrapers to drop a hint
to israel's proxy, I'm not for play-time, been out of crayons
the black inc. for scribes' all I utilize, a sit-com's today's norm
in the end, israel's just gotta' die, hold it in then reflect
since the moon is only visible by the sun beams I project...
the dark tower pt. 3: regulating my bloods circulation
...my god introduced me to the fuel, bloods sacrificed by sunni nuff
and I warned god what I'm 'bout to do, love's no advice for boosting bloods
the dark tower's my erectile's function to close on luc's cipher
I'm who writes the world into blight, who don't like it done loosed tight lips
these are the dates being booked, calendar's full once I had my fill
u.s. remains trump'd, dialogue of change chump, and my laughter's real
I superimpose my will on mind control, I don't mind controll-
ing every event from here on 'til I'm labeled out-of-control
who climbs my dark tower but the dark melanated w8mbs of men
language I developed to heal myself to sink in skulls of men
my bloods circulation I regulate across the whole u.s.
fillies claiming none of that 'cause of who I am, so don't u test
perhaps you will, and as the consequence mmers nyquil your chests,
foreheads to necks, my secret8ries at their best kept mine abreast
tariq being pushed in position for the set, the system glitch
number forty-two as a clue to depths of black, the rest in debt
to vs, pay the eternal debt to me allone, no resting up
it's 4 minutes 44 seconds left, sue wut u pressed for luc'...
9 secs. to judgement [death to the harlot]
...alright, so what about a drill, is about you who I'm about to kill
you had ovaries I knocked up for-real, what you cannot reveal
about yourself, fuck outta' here, hermaphodite-ass thinking bitch
if I said I'm a' kill you, I meant that shit, dyke-ass thinking nig'
you're worse than a fag', you're a dead stink pussy walking, I'm on-point
I'm a' gut you, I'm a' butt-fuck you with the gauge, you got all moist
sweating bullets, I ain't pudding, I'll puree you to rock pudding
I ask "what you say?" the same time I bone you, fillet and cook you
your body stuffed in the safe, and you said there's nothing in my safe
if I pistol-whip your throat, goes to show I'm nothing nice or safe...
74 secs. to judgement pt. 2 [vengeance is mine sayeth I the lord]
...ay, look at u.s. now...upon the world's end what you do now...
..and this ain't shit but a precept being tried to see how you move now
since you ain't ever scene me coming, the moon's 19-year cycle?
corona's the sun crowning the moon when eclipsing my life here?
yeah, well, that's how they killed nipsey hussle, kobe bryant and such
and fillies yet to raise their eye level to lock in on this crunch
thirty-one hundred reported decaesed on march the thirty-first
2020 vision ain't scene me 'til this march is all you're worth
I'm a' getting my movie, y'all giving it to me, that's the facts
you must want vaccinations, dig the rap bill gates spoke out his trap
seventy-four seconds to judgement now, backfire on police
can be heavy, the f.o.p. must give up their asswipes for peace
to only last a second, since I don't live for a second-place
try making me your bolthole, uranus is mine, I'm in your space...
69 secs. to judgement, cont'd ['96 days into 2020 vision]
...now, the pedo ring's got it in for my trumpet, he's sounding off
leaving 'em wondering how to move my obamanation forth
the combination for my own vault shifts every split hair width
in time marked, only I have jurisdiction over air spent
to fuel any component to the agenda pushed on me, know
only I can make da' nero out, the cash remains in tow
petrolium dollars can only be profit through my knowledge
of warfare and strategies to move scholars through my kind of
event horizon, disagree once, burn in Hell forever
I direct that to luc's cipher, I said I'd live forever
at about three years of age or so, needless to say it's so
and compromise to my movie sets' met with the rage I show
to any outsidevs who ain't bestowed with my own blessing
to protect 'em as witnesses to my demos' own press kits
my streets are pressed with 'til my package to the b8tch she's impressed with
beyond measures, just be the best fits for my dic's erection
the slight organs shift she's impressed with while holding in flinches
my elevator nine-eleven inches, boarders to sink ships
borders shoulda' been respected, I schizzed just to figure I'm r.i.p.'d
murder's how I been descended, as I ascend israel's cleansed...
...the con knows what I mean by "cleansed". u need to keep my posts up. u ain't cheating death like u thought u were...
covert i.d. for code 19 [63 secs. to judgement cont'd]
...wanting to go head-up against me is a death wish without a doubt
it's the same shit that you do when you have the drive without a route
and as uranus mine, I spill my seeds out into your mouth
since being so eager to eat my children, bitch what is you now
eat your insides out, I know this ain't stopping because it's my
arrival time, the freight train with no more brakes, u out of time
your race of being's a thing that ends up dead at the finished line
my dick replacing your spines for the attempt to diminish mine
covert i.d. on al-mahdi the mahfia, that's code 19
my origin's the 2-3 lot to wind up repping 1-9 street
only I can clean the mess up, but u opt to keep contesting
when u find you're doing my will regardless, your pleads are deafening
see, paper money's relevant to identity negligence
of my frenemy's best attempts to hide from me what's evident
of his character...
66 secs. to judgement cont'd. [2020 vision day '99]
...so black people, do you actually want to reach zion as physical beings
to see where I been coming from, the depths of my infinite springs
you feed into wizards and witches brews, drink the drips from its steam
simon-peter never cared for my sheep, cain done left them as strays
that's big brother's surveillance for you lames, when he's scared and be praying
he can dodge and duck my death sentence he gave me with surveillance
of my every move and telegraphed thought, but I stilled myself
in order to be still myself even though they done rigged my stealth
so now I fire luc's cipher, and seth can move geiger counters
as nervous as he is about when I decide he don't mount up
to a shit stain for his attempt to play brother against brother
as-if each finger of his tied to strings on limbs of each puppet
to have philadelphia housing false peace amongst its subjects
so u done stopped my murder spree and transferred it to your covid
covert i.d. of 19 qu'ranteen, have your moon block the sun
tzu-wuhan while using my own war tactics in your coup de grace
to zion, but u imposters want no parts of that punishment
so yeah uncle ben', that is my fight that noone has fought with me...
7 secs. to judgement [can I be re-membered]
...sue wu't fillies been holding is potent, I'm ain't-I-christ my opponent
never caught on to philly life, tried to both own and disown me
show you what philly's really like, my killers I was really 'round
360 degree farenheits showed me how to be really down
I feel like they won't let me live, wanna' describe me as a myth
my nervous system is the bridge they trying to melt to the crisp
and all I wanted was a b8tch to nurse me back to proper health
when she chose what I'm up against, I knew gay's the improper spell
lucyano's gaze shit I'm bound to kill, direct heat to his grill
fillies shoulda' known they downed me in that elevator to He'll
the cov'i.d. 19 should consider backing off my people's necks
I know where he lives and I know his people scene me flip the hex
whomever I kill's a surgical procedure, burden me with
your woes-is-me shit, and I'll leave you smoked with no hickory chips
the mystery just dissipates, my story will now fix your face
straight into a submissive state to me, how I untwist your face...
bamboozled pt. 13 [parabellum: the key of david]
...in other words, david is the key, and that be the lord's tariq
not of the b-x but of s.p., no synthetic cross of breed
the original authentic, to leave vs be been hard for creeps
my people not aware of where I been does much to starve the streets
if fillies protecting me from being taken away to be
from somehwere else, there's nowhere else I'm from, misstakes done gave up treats
the greatest trick pulled by the devil so far is cov'i.d. 19
the lamest shit though's with it in your face you ain't notice one thing
antebellum's before the war, parabellum's prepare for war
therefore the bellum is the war, cerebellums got wherewithal
between vs, jackalyne best practice abstinence of assy lips
to dig up the roots incinerates your bones beyond ashy lips
the black inc. been spearheaded by the son of the late thomas x
to pay homeage in days of duress, it should not have come to this
come '21 the campaign in effect floods shit stains down the legs
of scabs, I gut out infidelphia's framework, it costs to live
give up your loved ones, I do work from off the grid though on the grid
breonna taylor murdered by some cops who got slapped on the wrist
and let go, breonna means virtuous, taylor daps up your threads
I been figured a means to luau the pigs though halal's my dish
being david's the key and I been flipping the hex since my teens
there is no way to flee, collars are bear traps, through flesh sinking teeth
my uncle holds 2-3rd and watkins down now where thought used to be...
when hitler wears hermes, pt. 2 [the con is our mark]
...yeah woody, bro' can you tell what's going on, the moment all
of this comes to an end, but I won't let it 'til the debt is for-
warded to me personally, did you get when I wrote to you
"welcome to the eternal dam nation" that'd be myself and you
chali con tagged his handle on the note I wrote to you, and then
your response was that you are the true heart, that's much realer than him
later I found that you had a battle of guns between his side
and ours, to hear from your reservoir dogs the details deep and wild
what isn't my business I don't get into, by my own wisdom
figuring you're no other than the one known as adolf hitler
that's adam flipped, and eve's my mother again, named alicia
the virgin rose mary, my musicican dad claimed he's atheist
you said I ought to tap his pockets and shake him down every chance
as I matured, I came to know he owed himself more than I planned
to take him for, abandoning me had nothing to do with it
I ain't hate him, I was thankful 'cause I know who I'm fooling with
this nigga chali con act like he don't know who he's feuding with
when I see him, I'm knowing shit ain't peace just by the mood I'm in
the 2-4 jupiter symbol's because woody's been on the block
only south philly reps it, north ain't up on the cooks in our shop
con, between me and woody, you're a mark, he ain't gotta' say shit
that's my brother, I knew him since his baby shoes, not a day's been
without treasonous acts tied to you con, you know darth vador's been
your dad, woody's got star wars posters up, dark's not for fading skins...
enter the congo pt. 10 [the sike op']
...so give me americas face to paste, find yourselves in my way
you did this to yourselves when laid to waste, your own guns lit your face
how would you explain that, nowhere around vs safe, we found your safes
the black wombs you defaced giving your tapes away, she's now my slave
any seed of yours that she birthed is hearsed in haste, burned at the stakes
too high for you to add your two senses to, you won't smell nor taste
the con is under my rule, 1-9 calls me ruler, that's the facts
covert i.d. reps the 1-9 years the moon syncs, is that the fact
qu'ran code 19, that's a wrap, because al-mahdi can't figure
how I figured him, that's simple, every move you made, that's your ass
if bitches don't put me in them, the black ones, and the corona's
the crown I put on my queen because I own him, noone told ya'
this some dog-day afternoon shit, the psych op's on all intruders
con's lineage from haiti can't voodoo his way out his noosed neck
he must obey me or every inch he gon' feel penetrate his
pelvic as-if he's still my femme from ethiopa's desert
the hip-hop the b-x claims 'cause pelan's where I said they all live
as-well as the con's origin as zulu's nation in north phil'
though chaka zulu's from south phil', this just another vantage point
repetative as it may be, you didn't get my last reports
no way at-all to reach me when protocol breach done trashed your ports...
19 secs. to judgement, cont'd. [da' 5 bloods]
...so 21 seconds to judgement was sum days ago, the range of lo's
frequency prompt the change of clothes cross the u.s. landscape for souls
what you expect from me shoulda' expected the same from yourselves
I'm not entertained for a bit, your bloods stains remain on the shelves
how is my god? he said philly's blooded-out, I begged to differ
cut off my ties to him until he listens, I'm dead 'til risen
the lost angel sent me his proposition seven-four circa
my theme music's lyrics are cries of help to me come full circle
da' 5 bloods be a spike lee joint...survive vs? buk shot each knee joint
remind vs where you scene da' 5 at, twelve monkeys, cottage cheese forts
we lift the guns to, give up funds to vs, extortion's my birthright
identify with the lost angels, you forfeit your own birthrights
only the handfull is the band who through patients read your wavelengths
brief cases are mini fridges, that's the business of cold casers
my dick expand in height and width until it asphixiate them
nine eleven event 2001 perpetrating satanists
fillies/b8tches protect their sun who I be, so who's next to run
for their lives, there's no way in or out from vs, past due rent's your funds
that's owed to vs, nevermind your past owning up, you owe me blood
buckets your capillaries tapping out to give to show me love...
my 1-800-dial-tone christ
[from 11.15.2006 to 11.18.2006]...
...so, yeah con, don't put me in a rough position..can't talk, still gotta' rap as an artist?
can't move wanna' put me in a rut position...this move wasn't mine to make
baby swimming in my two nuts, gets my target in a screwed-up position...
...nigga, what part of "we good" did you not understand? wanna' be too tought to listen?
I got vs now, I gotta' sound 302, I got a sound
deuce-deuce, I'm ballistc...2-4, 76er on the court, they don't know how we ball
do you know how I draw to shoot cannonbals? a bunch of ameteurs wanna' swear it's none of ours
when I walk it down to 'em, they stare like a fire exit, I'll carry 'em like miriah, next it's
high notes they wanna' cry when I pry they lettuce from they pockets
one rocket realize they death wish, ontop of that they connects all on my 1-800-
dial tone christ, y'all ain't want it
my nigga, I got 'em, it's never hard to flower pot 'em...I'm pretty positive about it
know the ins-and-outs of the shape of things to come and the way my paper comes
when I cut straight to the chase, I'm more crazy than they come
when I get the ladies, then the come...open-&-shut cases of war wages and then they run
praying GOD save 'em, evidently, wut knows the time? elementary's how I chose to rhyme
who wanna' be righteous men? first-of-all, fillies got their own plight to survive in when
the guns never stopped being squeezed, generation deep...I guess we got our own way to breathe
do you see it now...how it is they never believed, well believe it now, the shit is going down...
...I'm busy coming up...yeah, I was summoned up
in philadelphia, what!...I trumped donald trump...I recognized it...I got uncommon logic
shuffling vs around is nonesense, south philly grounds I'm stomping
no tarzan is safe in any concrete jungle, survive me subtle? your manson wants you
that's a no-win situation ay' time I stand in front you [u better pray!]
bloods shed very necessary...where the nigga's at? point 'em out, do he cut heads?
well, do he break bread? and do I gotta' watch me back, or do aware wolves know to stay clear?
make room...organized crime put me on 'em...in the yard and in population, what a combination
I hit 'em with in a combination...versitile's been my occupation...they done did it now
countdown to my obamanation...I'm self-made, don't ask how'd I get it now...
the l8lita express pt. 4: b8tch, I turn you on
...nice things to a fem8le are the nice things found in retail
b8tch, when you and I see eye-to-eye, where does our heat trail
b8tch, I turn you on to ride you right to where the scabs hiding
switch I'm turning on to scene the light vampire bats die in
I'm no contrived man, nyc and danville would let you know if they knew
witnesses to my murder's same witness to where I'm born and grew
my gut belief, but what about you, b8tch, what you prepared to do?
wasting my life should take a second, what is it you dared to prove
that I don't fit in? but I'll fit in you for taking up my room
until you're my room and I live in you, you're making up my stoop
I hunt my reserection 'til bloods hit up and my gun lift up
your mouth fill up, my river's your lip gloss, give up your front put up
I hang your guts up on my lamp, go seven rounds, call me the champ
if I don't trust a bitch, because my twist-around caught lucy camped
around vaginas on zygotes to newborns, plotting on harvests
his anus needed a shoehorn, my heel fit right in regardless...
