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...
