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Iĺl take a few penalties but after jamming it alot with the lady's killing it tho im dj n it should be wutang chamber I feel sorry just saying that and I dont want any more penalties so just throwing the word out apaulog again im drunk but been jamming this for a good minute
peace to st. paul...
...I let my god know he was ousted from the wu's side once he found
himself no-longer at wilson park projects, who's side was he down
with to-begin-with, my bro' paul apostle's a cook now, what now
yeah, adolf hitler was his former lifestyle, still him, but look how
martin luther the monk's name michael took on to be m.l.k.
boule' founded on broad street south philly now the broad street boule'
room 306 who died at 3-6 mafia's home, then 3.6
1974 the year 444 murdered wwiii gets
what wasn't I supposed to scene but still did, gods said it, I meant
who instead was revealed as al capone once the smoke cleared out that
10 millimeter measuring stick to the back of my twin's skull
judas isc. brutus since adam's the one with the really thick skull
my young g8rl al8yah's one in a million, she gets me, think so?
to birth asun of mine, sh8pe back up, and fit me in her sync holes
my gender-reveal's always been the male, no gender-role switch-up
I bring shit direct 'stead of in the mail, knowbody no's this much...
...my ashes been urned, just-so-happens philadelphia's my morgue
brotherly-love my dick, I'm abel to move however I want
ties been loved butterscotch candies since pre-school, I been on my hunt
"if you come at me"'s some shit twin never shoulda' spoke out his fronts
now I see now y'all times up since I'm introduced on blocknowledge
aired out columbia, wwwiii pushed past the wait, do not cock-block me
job's security, my killers obligation's t8 me, not you
when I ride my bicycle into bike-by's, guess who I'm gon' shoot
see, I kills my own self, that's l.o.l, had myself cracking up
wrote myself into the schiz' nineteen-ninety six to draft the grunt
who could not hack the d.r.i.l. between me and my cuzn ties t8 me
luc' fell for that shit, now my el'ev8tor's shaft she rides to breathe
ties acting like shes never scene that side of me of sodomy
so act llike wwiii ain't having sex after the beast said why he's she
all rigs against me backfired to my triggers while shes asleep
I been died, this morgue's been my sanctuary, been no tease and me...
...I see they done messed around trying to pull off that hit on me (i.e. tony montanna) and my good bro' (al capone) last night/this morning...as expected...
...but ay look, I been scene that mess coming...all I know is how to survive though, so ay...so who's for-real untouchable...the book of c13arance (cntd)...
...the hwholy grail or the harlot's cup, who wanted to sip on which
a pauper's grave or the underworld, who wanted to dig their ditch
all I know is s.p.o.rts., not as an athlete, but I ain't without strengths
I wasn't trained in s.p. under someone's wing since pronounced dead
the heat given me was unpronounced then, just what these bricks emit
faces made of cement, if you was "in" based on each snif they sensed
musta' known they was responsible for my death, still-born to them
praise being due to gods father all-law and still a thorn to them
my own tub ring's a demonic realm, my bathing suit's made in Hell
gods shoulda' scene six sixty-nine at-least, did the math, gave 'em He'll
chalucy though smooth and precise with shit, to think that I'd submit
to such a set-up attempt on my wits is how his life would end
I did that shit my own self, exorcised my patients to rip twin
how to let his family know I did it's what I'm a' give twin
I'm sizing up cherelle8parker now, does she have a line t8 me
nowadays the wtc buildings where you finding me...
...alright, so fillies not gon' let me down? so I'm manage'ing the fillies? wwiiill see...
...tierr8's whacks museum out on available platforms right now, huh...
...chick thrown off a skeleton bridge, a bird without feathers or wings
my bro' shelliano's cooking a cauldron up, tethers are stringed
to puppeteers fingers, I'm scissor-handed, the bittie's bitches
warnings sunni nuff no-longer repetitious, meals delicious
when I manage' the fillies squ8d, shit's a septic disposition
on any bloods sheds, see, I been said what I said, prep your kitchen
ties given t8 me's on general principle, she asked for it
this for the foundation wwiii made, no african diaspora
it's strictly Hell, I'm simply He'll, wwiii used to this, don't ask for vs
without the ransom ready, the panick rooms what they ass stored in
I ain't reminiscing shit up, just bldg. up cons sequences
history just repeats itself, y'all living off my directions
my gods still trying to figure this out, been fifty-seven years
of stalling, my uncle's demons signaled shit out, the deafened ears
been drawing, I passed shellz the b.b.i. licensing agreement
s.p. to west p. to s.w.p. crime spree allegiance...
..."you had to get the government involved!" twin said 2006
couldn't pay what he owe, so then teagle was nabbed up by the feds
con trying to convince smack to run a criminal enterprise
talking to me behind his back, but smack ain't with that, no surprise
con's who brought yazz the greatest to my attention two thousand ten
larry-larr' did his best to raise the young bro', but you gotta' think
that industry ain't shit, I tried to warn G. in his own pursuit
from what they possess that belongs to vs, they thought they owned the truth
from what I heard in whack's bars, shes onto something, pausing nothing
never talk selling ya' soul though, 'cause I'm not with all this dumb shit
a hundred plus degrees outside rest of the week, I'm in a.c.
keeping cool without a boardwalk, beach or casino hotel suite
with wedding plans to be between me and my bride, this 'bout the time
I'll be the bad guy for israel's sake, but all fakes 'bout to die
pie crust with the potatoe wedge grease, all of them flakes 'bout to fry
nowhere within, off of or on this earths any safe spot to hide...
capo...wwiii coming...
https://youtu.be/hDezHfEksKs?is=cgiyx6vPoSVWER1T
...time for me to puts my peoples on...
...the book of c13arance, cont'd...
...r.i.p. chali lucyano (chali gossett)...
...all my gods gotta' do is acknowledge what I'm fighting israel
not make-believe, I'm esau, I killed 'em, I don't fight for appeals
do I manage' the fillies yet, do hebrew israelite niggas
know not to mention my name yet at-all, so lynchings might let up
does israel's state work on behalf of the actual chosen ones
before trying to psy-op' star wars i.v. a new hope on vs
holly's a good woman, right, misses mary todd-lincoln to me
my uncle's girlfriend betty whom he triggered down given to D.
wanting parts of my G.O.D. got white pussies in way too deep
the mothers'hip been way too meek, pillow-talking their way to sleep
the b.b.i.'s been ever since, al capo is my underboss
harlem nights to break in a vault, there's no breaking out of the vault
l8lita still around, better sh8pe-up, she owes her sole to me
the black whole is courtesy of my el'ev8tor's hold of me
G.O.D.'s club harlem massacre's how sam christian's owed to me
nobodies spoke, exactly, so fillies been shoulda' known of me...
...so phillydone said bloody, bittie, no bap, bipping, and so-forth
to push the 5th, but fillies still managed to maintain the strong front
how's that is since tzu-wu's me allone, author of the art of war
my catalogue explains shit in-detail, those who smart won't ignore
the facts, my god done tried his luc', twin's dead, now he's shit outta' luck
scarface gamble'd insisting phillies bloods soaked, dogs been outta' touch
twin been asked me to clean the bloods shed infront of his domicile
I been noticed traces of my own bloods been cause of homicides
which means I just gotta' straighten my family out 'bout the lies
cuzn ties made against me, doggy diamond's life now on-the-line
once gods on my line asking me wut's the next move, see, gods said it
and I meant it, who's untouchables now, not you bitch, I said it
I gots job's security as I walk offa' my payroll gig
unwrapping fem8le co-workers as parting gifts, that hay-roll dig
under the sands of horni's land I bury fam'lies with their friends
this sexercise wwiii keeps between vs, ilaf can't deceive my pen...
...tag on back of the bus b.l.o.o.d.s. suckers scribbled on's jadakiss'es
speaking of warlox, the witch married to will smith's jada pickett
I had it in for the lox for a minute, but styles copped the plea
"if not D. block the same" at johnson projects, so I stopped to see
s.p.'s duet with beanie sig' under the 25th street bridge
and raw buck's development under s.p.'s wing, the 5th keeps hid'
.38 spesh ain't got the drop, talent ain't enough, that's the thing
all-due-respect, niggas been dying for-real 'bout this craps the theme
r.i.p. to champaign, no more chances to pop on new years days
now you know shit's for-real, I play no games, that's wut the knew-nigs say
about my credentials and so-forth, my resume's I resume
ain't ever let a nigga' play with my bitties' name, I'm the groom
for now wwiii inhale tree from canada, smoke screening out the sun
code-purple shit, looking for fresh air to breathe in and out my lungs
who wants the smoke now, see them yo's got a line to vs, signed to vs
since the 2000s, no surprise to vs I'm the sun rising up...
...back when shake let me know he's on bloods suckers time, he knew my twin
I let him know how bad I am, bloods butts is mine, they will not win
shake busy tried to close his ears all he could do, but I'm all-law
shit like this pretty-much why I don't like nigs like tone trump at-all
when bloods pressured, my whether-vein wwiiill let me know, then mouths watering
when jaws dropping, I shift tonsils and voice boxes, then sounds gargling
whom I i.d.'ed as abu bakr's on my side, respectfully
his d8ughter chose me, al-mahdi con died trying a' keep sex from me
by fucking abu's 6-to-9 year-old daughter? six sixty-nine
I'm put down then asked to join him, lucy that-is, bitch glitched his mind
I said I'm eternally warring with lucy, then he scrambled
around as-if looking for tools to grab, that's israel's gambit
so as far as the best verse in sunday's school, class ain't been dismissed
wwiiii can choreograph a smooth dance move for steps where niggas tripped
shoe laces making a noose, strange fruit to-this-day still making news
them white pussy cells eat on the disease, my dic' will make a move...