richard allen the reverand
...now, bill cosby is from the r.a.p.
where the r.a.m. was based around n.p.
and my twin is a ram member, and tommy hill
got killed around my friday work, so time'll tell
why jew wanted richard allen to fall, but if that's my brother
who I knew 'round elementary school, ask your puppet
master about me, I'm not attached to any strings
that I cannot disconnect, jew try your damned'est anyways
to push your agenda through over my head all in my head
as I conquer the liii though, all of y'all dead under my tread
mill, I am no patriot, but I did heard I was conceived
in new england, nowadays it isn't too hard to believe
now for those who do not know mininster richard allen though
a black philadelphian who founded the first episcopal
for black folk...my nigga' leem been asking me who he was
I told him that it'd have to come to me bruh, no believer's
supposed to be trying to press me, but sickle-cell is not
a joke, so I wouldn't block his blessings nor stop his hope
but as it all comes to me, the timing's perfect, well deserved
any reward in this lifetime and the next, nothing rehearsed
preparation though for me been from one hearse to a re-hearse
if I ever get to liv, on my eagle since my feats hurt...
the first 48 [the sunni/soon I/sun I am]
...how's it feel to die riddled with metal rain, and be reborn
as a ridldle of heavy pain, not knowing until I mature
into a man from adolescent turbulence to insurgence
I know my killers, grew up around them all, they were murderous
in my name ironically, gods yet to find 'em, I'm them
...I lived by the sword and died by it, now the word's what I am
I'm off-the-hook, my killers are not, I'm a torcher chamber
day 180 came and done went, I was slow to anger
now who's youth done brought the first 48 as a game up
again since twenty seventeen, it's not a game you can win
I'm not a game, I'm not just here to vent, got the game in a fix
he ain't getting out of, vs phila-body-bag niggas are trips
one-way-tickets by-the-way, clock's been ticking while the wait's
been for me to be presented fully in tact while the stakes
being raised as shish kebabs, impaling all hurdle attempts
emptying soup cans in any and all burgle attempts...
tech 9 restin'...[r.i.p. good brother]
...rest in peace to the good brother tech 9 from wayne avenue
a sad thing to hear you passed away, but the days math is due
first seen you t'ing off against north jersey's arsonal
ever since, I been reserved to show a brick wall what few
have ever seen, left rotti'n, I never got to hear a scream
my twin asked if I liked what he set up, this shit would seem
like I didn't just see more than a dozen dead as a brick
city in grave mortal danger, nobody can blame terrets
for the shit they done talked, borrowed time from my wrist, I descend-
ed down to animal instinctive wit, blue nigga had a death
wish, showing up r.i.p.'d on a t-shirt, and that's how we piled
shit swept under a rug one hundred forty-two square miles
ever since early '90s, no evidence left to find vs
heard chester pa crips was getting left where they found at
within my own city's outline's life as I define it
between vs, arsonal, take a deep breath, I'm a' find ya'...
a hero [one minute to judgement]
...60 seconds this a minute, what's seven-five stacks
to seven-four seconds when zero's down to one stack
a hero's nothing but a sandwich now, how to top that off's
everything on it, plus the hot peppers how to knock that off's
what the enemy's done on june 13th nineteen and sixty-nine
and gods been acting as-if I am not possible to find
alive, but huss' sacrificed his life for my victory lap
in due time, a few kinks to work out, no misstory, jack
remember me? how do I breathe and am not reserected
I teethed in the early seventies, I been not an infant
...and I give it up to philly because I know where I was
so nothing nyc here could ever live, same as I was
I'm the only mouth you got to speak from, the outcome's
the for-real phila. body bag shit I can vouch on...
55 secs. to judgement [huss' a real one, much love]
...who woulda' thought I woulda' found you wallace fard muhammad
as nipsey hussle after I was used to dearly depart you
I was approached by the government on seven and thirteen
of ninety-eight, with an offer, I declined, yet they were thirsting
to intercept china's summoning of me as sun tzu-wu
and to wipe china off of africa is just what I'm gon' do
GOD had the government surrounded when they approached me
israel the host of lucyfer thought if he coached me
he'd be in position to prep me for oven roasting
I don't trust shit since my first trip on a roller coaster
no calling off shit, the purge is how you supposed to know I'm
dead-serious stone-cold when it comes down to my chosen
people I'm coming back for, there is no co-existing
and mixing dna strands, there is no hope for bridging
the gaps since the gap band been said where the bomb hit up
the haile selassie fake-out was an april fools set-up
to attempt to gain control of the illa noi's, I been employed
with phila. since april nineteen ninety-nine, I'm feeling bored
about to walk off the job to my calling, 1-9 hundred
christ reserecting is pending it's just how I want this
to go, the angels now want the best for me, the angles now
one eighty straight for me, reserect me to be well endowed
enough to seal nine eleven of oh one perpetrators' fates
there's no telling what's gon' happen as I seal each nigga's face...