the last 1 minute 25 seconds
...so now, back to the rams squad, dismantled by government tactics
after al-mahdi con tried making me the fall guy, semantics
I had to dip through, so l.s.d. is who the lost angel is
and the machine pushed to give my soup and bowl to lost angeles
the rolling 20s my god tried to backdoor into this business
between vs, got my god kicked out of my house for his decisions
just because a strawberry's red doesn't mean strawberry mansion's
where you wanna' try finessing my youth, my zoo's all shit can be
ever since zoos, al-mahdi con desperate for me to book him
since wanting to burn that unauthorized book on the mosque hoodlums
who murdered me, to think w.d. fard was their father god
I guess, turn to me once chicago's drill's r.i.p.'d to its false facade
my youngin' woo-biddy's murder was a hit on chicago's drill
heard it first from geto boyz' willie d., this movie's all two-reel
the last one minute twenty-five seconds to go, the score was set
against my word, I want all money on my books before sunset...
the l8lita express pt. 6: the trust issue
...if I'm nice to a bitch, I get a smile to my neck, no hickies
so pardon my french when I dog out every b8tch with no gimmicks
fillies been trying to be on the bloods dick, but I'm no kitten
fillies/fem8les been on some ole' dumb shit against me, no kidding
if the issue is trust and there's no funds without the trust, q33ny
the crimson cure can come directly to me now, the bloods pleading
I decreed fillies not a bloods city at-all, but those creeping
their way into their last wishes are tone-deaf 'til their pores bleeding
nevermind sweat excretion, bloods not gonna' stop calling me out
I'm tzu-wu, fillies not, so fillies done just for counting me out
I wreckognize every glitch and nuance luc's cipher hides behind
been shitting himself, I'm no toilet bowl seat, but his hide is mine
in awe about how I see the codes? what's that shit supposed to mean?
pussy, I see you, for sleeping on me, my dick should own your dreams
l8lita best to be my bowtied present, what we'd have is sex
remove our fig leaves, salad dressing marinates her gag reflex ...
chalucciano [r.i.p. 9.5.22]: enter the congo part 12
...damn, twin, you said you can do this 'til your fifty back in oh' six
whoever set lucyfer free this past monday is marked for deaths
my brother chaka called me up, gave me the news, I ain't feel it
them b8tches still denied me 'til his death, the bleus, now they feel me
his mother spilled the beans on my brother adolf hitler's birthday
they mk-ultra'd my bro' lucyano? shit hits the worst way
super-sperms' how I hit the e8rths face, and the codes mm u don't say
mms the word as I put israel back in his place, I don't play
he wanted to be south philly born, black mafia embraced him
the same niggas who killed me, it's tough, he gave me their names, basic
tried sealing omerta on me, put more of the burden on me
and this what the drill is, brother, condolences, perfect mourning
for me to reserect, I tried my best to save my bro', I know
he seen me coming since ninety-eight, pulled me in, I hold my own
as archangel gabriel's host atone, the palmist had it wrong
saying a best friend of mine would be killed, where's proof of that, it's gone...
mary magdelane finally found me
...my serenade's to israel my bride, mary's my secret wife
magdelane, el' found me via survivor's remorse, this is life
we're doing together, the codes mms the word, meena isn't her
but nonetheless honorably mentioned, harriet is still her
I'm currently deceased, and phillies where I'm at, astros project
the tug-of-war, reached me seventy-four about as old throwbacks
I'm making el' my twin, her insight increase, her insides receive
me according to schedule, sighs of relief once our minds debriefed
the storyline must go on, I won't call israel lucyfer
imploded to mass suicide's what you get for confusing vs
I know now why my god has forsaken me, he ain't know better
my love life 'bout to be rehydrated, el' and I won't let up
satan's synagogue slipped in the tree chipper, niggas need vision
beyond england, this kingdom is mine as queen el' gives me wisdom
and be understanding to my laws as I strengthen her knowledge
she embodies israel's lineage, so el' is my honor...
my secret wife [shutter-to-think]
...me and el', shutter-to-think, creep on the mexican, set tripping
until there's no more next of kin for them, best weapon's sex trippled
I reserect to the fucking maniac, that's what love gets u
when miss used, my bulge becomes more pronounced into the scud missle
no issues, the codes mms the word/mm u don't say, the mmers theme
the suiside pact between el' and I, the world's horrific screams
fall on deaf ears of blissful ignorance, exorcise niggadome
into the well-oiled machine the 5K, surprised wiggers done
the sum of all fears, is it death con 3 israel's prepared for?
nope, because israel's de'caesed 70 days ago, therefor
the cleansing will commence on his current state, that's just what u get
shoulda' built their car with a reverse shift, in piss just where u rest
gasoline urine catheters dumped resemble niagra falls
I reserect, compared to others, those who pop viagra fall
we ain't taking another L, el' can listen from what's within
the love developed between us can increase the influx of ends....
el', survive this trap for me
...I want you to be my success story, survive this trap for me
the love you have is the love you are, heard your heart pit-pat for me
I see where you belong, me? if it's with me, can you notice me
see beauty come to life within your own life, and then know it's me
you poured your soul on my bones, if I come to life, I owe you more
wanna' put you on to this business between vs and probe your core
I still am whom I am and where I'm at with it, with that said it
behooves you to invest in my insight, dig it and mesh with it
what I told your brother chali con is certain things must happen
before we can do business openly, the con's to just trap me
I shook shit off, my patients to catch up to con still can't "at" me
I'm dangerous, el' if you want a relationship, just back me
I only know to do this allone, there's no other God but me
'cause gods shoulda' been known me, psalm 82 makes shit hard to breathe
gabriel sent you flicks of chali with wu', I'm gabriel's host
will this christ mass finally reserect me, at days' end will know...
bldg. '21 of mlk jr. project
...exactly, the vengeance that I'm exacting be that eazy work
on 234 where I'm from, implicated be some greasy perps
all I need is some sleazy perks, and I'll have niggas leave this earth
what el' know 'bout the prince of tides, el'evate me to seed this dirt
al8yah's where I'll shoot my shots, she can provide my seeds their births
I was put down six sixty-nine to master bait to cleavaged skirts
if I'm of age, it's still my age, lux obviously ran out of luc'
police ain't find my killers, medics ain't save me, I'm not a putz
building 21 of m.l.k. projects is where I was slumped
and gods showed up around m.l.k. projects south phil' seven one
to trail me, born two seventy-one, buildings 2, 7, and 1
imploded 30 years 7 months later, who said that I'm done?
11:45's when I was born, clock read nine eleven
it's like I'm saying this shit for the first time if y'all just get it
whom the lost angeles ain't cop please to me yet, the consequence
of dissappointments to me, q33ny's de'caese'd, plain to see y'all next...
enter the congo pt. 13: the posthumous release
...chali, if you got rhythm and pain every day early, then it's
because I deflected the set-up put on me early, get it?
if the codes mms the word/mm u don't say, then my el'evator's
to be unstuck since I been shot to He'll in the elevator
shout to l.i. my ally crew and snooze daily, I'm a' be strong
like long island and be long like strong island, see, I'm a' keep goin'
it's eazy work, '23 chromosomes' 13X to BX
I see new jersey every day from where I work, that's no b.s.
fillies sunni nuff is enough's the time I'm on 'cause I'm all-law
immortalized six sixty-nine, friday the 13th by your buls
you mentioned to me on 6.4.2006 'bout club harlem
so since my patients to end ya' life got you corpsed to post-mortem
I'll waste my own smoking guns since they ain't got clue-the-first 'bout me
234's where they at, I'm 2-4 and my dad's pursed the house deed
the posthumous release of me for heavins sake, to He'lls the gates
the cov'id-19 didn't work, chali, the grave was still your fate...