6 mins. 1 sec. to judgement
...the bloods scrambling, trapped on my own bus with me to answer to
dumb fucks channeling half-witted spell-casting puns that can't get through
arm wrestling tug-of-war, cinco was the connect, that's the five
people and folks shit? naw, I'm lincoln up if a b8tch catch my line
where money is the hungry live, you ain't want it with vs, and cain
being raised have my machete shave off the face that wants the pain
maniac said he's riding my way, brock ain't want this to be so
yeezy said it best, only thing deep about u is a deep throat
dismembered confederate flag patriots is how I teach those
in doubt about the measures I take to reach foes, how I speak shows
my origin nation put limbs in ice cubes, as real as ice cube
there's no telling though how I feel the right mood to rip a hide loose...
5 miins. 55 secs. to judgement [my own constitution]
...the congregation's the release of a built-up constipation
the time and date when between my birthplace and the high my grades spent
looking for my energy to favor me, not to wage on me
I think I should catalyze the craving for me, the cape on me
as my hairdoer's giving me a line-up, shaping my beard up
I wanna' see what the fear's for, the eyes of enemies teared up
the only way to make this drill the real event horizon's now
fillies/fem8les engorge my crown, the details within silence vowed
since israel insisted, 6 feet distance and masks been prepping
the heist between vs been on chase manhattan, he's wiley griffin
the razor's cutting edge 'til veins and arteries got nothing left
no safe is ever safe from vs, what you know gets thrown off the ledge
it's about what u owe and nothing else, welch on eternal debts?!
u know I'm the global newclear holycost because of this...
bamboozled, pt. 9 [black, no more dumb shit]
...now as I would not interfere with the progress of 'riq trotter any
what I scene working through these people are demonic without a question
alright brother, you have a stage play that your pen's architecting
and every time I'm in south philly, feels like I'm in a deathwish
I look up and the theme is black no more, not in hypothetical terms
and I don't have the time to blink when trying to save black seminal births
with the black ovaries, no other way to produce our future set on this earths
axis spin, if you have the slightest thought of our next second on earth
so if I lay shit out on the table for you, it's a slab cadavers on
and organ arrangements without any music sheets, no sign but capricorn
the pet goat, the children took that book out of their desks and recited
before that, when the matrix movie came out, my twin was excited
chali con, yeah, you know him, the black inc.'s not a random selection
I'm a scanner, to me every vow of silence is a candid expression
if I send con to see you about business, it's no stance of aggression
my stamp on s.p. is solidified, I'm the answer, no question...
the lolita express pt. 1 [the state of shock]
...b8tch, when you see me, keep your eye level to me respectfully
tongue tied in a knot and stuttering if you should speak, yes I be
closer than you think, my corona scene got your heart faced with me
your sun, you kept playing dumb, so regretfully my death's the scene
as I walk up the block, hold in your state of shock as I unblock
your road barricaded from me let demons co-op what you park
your melanin dark, push into my personal space, you'll get forked
what the-fuck you thought, no opening you got gets spared from my cork
I could care less what you respect, it wasn't me, but you still live
around me, so when I confront you, best give up what you protect
I'm taking the earths' temperature, the bitches sick, can't be hidden
I sunbathe the earths exoderm, their endoderm curls to pig skins
so lo'ops covered by lo'lo'ops when I'm in-the-loop, the noos
asphyxiate david carridine types, hung kung fuey to u.s...
transference of power [47 secs. to judgement, cont'd.]
obama is fired and now demoted to precursor. let vs continue...
...you're talking about fifteen-to-twenty years from now of growing up
before the rebirth of fard muhammad is ever showing up
on the scene as a young man mature, meanwhile in this present time
I'm what u had to deal with, trying to play me? for that u die
the transference of power is from him to me, but now you see
how if I wanted I could crush the n.o.i. to powdered tea
that's too easy, the government cannot forsee the miles we toured
vesica pisceasing-up the world shut, the jawlines we floored
being he's the stand-up elohim member, I can't ask for more
it's been an honor to die on behalf of the one path we bored
it's been his honor to die, shitty cuz' ain't know the wrath he spored
my little cuz' ain't know what she done asked me for, the past she from
my exclusive rights owning black thoughts now no fountain-tapped thoughts now
no obtrusive fork-outs, my place is not we-are-the-world's whorehouse
your al masih ad-dajjal comes of age as I been marked his pace
walking along with him, teaching him how to engage all the stage
the transference of power from me to him, then right back to me
the stockpile of nuclear warheads accuracy's honed to reap
what u done sewed, not a bolthole is safe, your ass belongs to me
I'm at rev. 3:7-13, the synagogue's cast belongs to me...
12 secs. to judgement [6 feet deep]
...does it finally sink in where you know me from, the eye gaze you give me's
unbroken concentration 'til you feel me inside your ribcage
I'm approximately a whole 6 feet in height, can you oblige
and be the creek I swim in, eager to work like we need a job
you lost me once, you found me now, my mom's asleep, you'll slob me down
because it's war, the bloods should be rushing now to my well-endowed
you're not a whore, but you cannot describe in words feeling for me
deeply and strong, no inhibition kept from me, keep me cumming
I leak from you, you suck it up, I keep pumping, you cum so much
you quench my thirst and moisturize my skin, loving me is no bluff
I make myself presentable to you, every muscle for you
and layer my coconut custard on your cakes, soak you soiled...
bamboozled pt. 10 [the book of job]
r.i.p. to the brother malik b. of the roots crew. let vs continue...
...through the consequence building complex, the cons sequence building conquests
the minds adjust to my time, my discretion on my deposits
all hour glasses I confiscate, no molasses labels me
we fold all the whites and the off-whites, the colored signs payment steep
who are the bamboozled actually, who bought into the brochures
wanting to force their false peace on our contours of unresolved war
the book of job showed and proved, peace to da' 5 and the equal team
hallucinate folks to food trying my landscape to shape their dream
the shakespearian dialogue's got no interpretion of
the living word who I am, roots to zion's twenty twenty-one
the end game is where I been at, espionage and I kidnap
the system, notices ignored, so ransome notes to now gift-wrap
the reasons for the hurt locker, the scene mismatch the world's chakras
the meaning of my word not stripped to meaningless absurd nonsense
we still on-the-money, only I allone make my own profit
otherwise he's the false prophet, holy smoke braise his thought process
unprovoked, train of thought monstrous to common folk's metro mileage
as for the last who-raw, this demonstration use petro dollars...
raising the b.a.r. pt. 2 [the dedication of an f.o.i. soldier]
...elijah muhammad can be merciful to you, but I don't have to
if you slighted my brother deciding that your life can hack it
he don't know who he was, but his confidence in who he is been
enough to send you a message I'm a' deliver to each vic'
I dispose of and extort to-no-end beyond where I end 'em
who's got the illla nois, it is I since this the land of lincoln
I have my talks with ermias'es ghost to keep things up-to-speed
how b.a.r.'s gotta' be raised so our people can achieve umph degrees
arsonal hasn't got a clue, the garden state's my plate of grub
the uh-ohs came and I couldn't save 'em, my head was aching tough
my schizophrenia medication I popped to cool me off
as lucyfer's talking 'bout what he done set up for me and all
scientology's got no business blending with the final call
ideology and actuality's two whole different orbs
treadmarked kids and lambs are both fricasseed for the final course
I warned cain to take care of my lost sheep while I am gone
malcom x's attempt still had him stretched dead on a stage
algorithms are bent now to present me to a stage...
enter the congo pt. 8: the dog whistles
...so me having scene the movie sets potential, but no residents who
believe in the depths past their dense and inadept mentals, lets you
notice my fury get to you, and labor pangs you felt when you
are a man, can get the best of you, but the b8tch ain't knelt to prove
she knows or respects who I am, and so the cold sweats from your glands
can have you jump out of your skin, 'cause you know who the-fuck I am
and brock tangled up in the web, the weaver used to bob and dance
around fronting on seeds I planted like up in club bobby dance
so the dog whistles call to-arms the world of ours, and all alarmed
perhaps no longer belong on this world of ours, my coat of arms
being a coat of blood of yours, all my shield has to keep it warm
my brother can flow with the cons sequence, how will you see the con...
fronting with that khimar on...[the lolita express, pt. 2]
...this is what you do l8lita, your ass with two scoops I'm eating
report to me soon, l8lita, you'll know what to do, just eat me
doesn't matter where we meet up, my hands can touch anywhere you
feeling me, embarrassment ain't in your vocab when you dare me
emotions are the death tallies, commotion's our carressed assets
I'm known to get the best answers when pressing hard-on b8tch palates
if you're in love with me, say nothing, be the example of it
because I don't believe the shit, you're just one of my pet subjects
your friends see what you feel for me, they're tight-lipped to conceal from me
cool, that shit don't appeal to me, I just want knees to kneel for me
eat a schoolbus of my youth, don't let a drop pass your appetite
lo'lo' you speak like you know me, then where from, I ain't wrapped too tight
I protect my wu'men, basic, boot camp my b8tches in-training
you [lo'] eat my branch, the other chick's tongue wash my back, then switch places
gods paying, shoulda' been killed me, letting me live just to milk me's
how I feel about gods simply not knowing 'bout what I will be
come easter, reserect my dick, since ishtur's 'bout fertility
bloods rushing to my functional tool, fortitude's her thrill to seek
lolita' I'm a' see what your audition to me produces
when I come across you again, I'll see if you got more scruples
'til I'm cumming across your chin and you making lip smacking sounds
alone or in front of your friends or family whose in the house
your inhibitions to me melted down to juice your fruit drizzles
my truth was not what you into, so what I do's to your mental
your physical I prove is to service my whim when I see you
fronting with that khimar on 'til I make you a real believer...
bamboozled pt. 11 [beirut]
..ay look, what a tangled web we weave, disenchanted bitch decieved
her own self, I'm no relief, I disembowel pitched retreats, nev-
er let me be, instead the steep footprints in the sand on the beach
travel across the sea floors tectonics, wants steps ahead of me
but jaquelyn's been my bitch, no arguments to an audience
the silent treatment's because she knows my offense when she offends
can meet her end, and when it's role-play, I don't pretend, I'm the fin
chali con may be scrambling, what can the black thought comprehend
who the-fuck it is trying to turn straight men to the broken wrist
two thousand five before the game theory dropped, how the omen tripped
if my young bul simon "one-punch" carr ever survived his stint
the plot behind the wall on him that was black american me
so the jaguar's about to get people around the world decaesed
on that note, cool, it's publicity for cain and abel's release
25th and columbia's where cain is from, I aimed, he's done
my day has come, there's no fumbling the ball when the play is run
I require my payment upfront, many years uncredited
so when the gig is up, not to mention vs left unsettled rifts...
the black thought that's manifesting the war
...adolf hitler, my nigga, they asking for it, they act like all this
be imaginary figments not meant to relapse the tourists
I sit back, don't react to all this, they instead trapped in all this
black inc. I been pushing ever since ninety-six, tracking all them
involved in murdering me back in sixty-nine, backwards on 'em
19th and reed to 2-4 and 23rd and tasker on 'em
the jaguar's being found out, there's no time-outs, she's not for catwalks
outsidevs never scene our spickets flow hot to rock their bath salts
paying me any mind be under-aged drinkers, what you think when
generation's been bottled-up, no way thinking I sync with them
the transition of our black thought ain't for colonists or pilgrims
that's why the roots were shaken up by the vixen, not for children
to have to go through it that's ours, not used to it not being wars
lucyfer's host best hold in his internal conflict when he farts
and each soldier from out the p with more kills than you possibly
can wrap your mind around, you'll find 'em out mingling out with peeps
the bloods sacrificed until none can be encouraged to claim 'em
within my house, the number one rule is I rule, no disclaimer...
enter the congo pt. 9: the zoos set-up
...ay look, con, do not try to proposition the black thought, this you should back off
I am the stacked odds, I'm south philly 'til the death of me, hat's off
when shooting my shot, you heard the dog whistles? paused all the cat calls
the b8tch belongs solely to me, that's all, otherwise you're scraps dog
teeth sinking in, any beef, fish can swim with it, no left witness
and if jaquelyn yap again, that's out your cut of this business-
15-business between vs, I seen the whole set-up, I can reach her
tongue-tie her to the bedpost, give her a slit throat if she need it
she in dallas, I'm at pallas where shelliano's rounding up
who got talent, I'm a backflip, no acrobat, I'll cloud you up
philly's homicide rate shot to the moon like the year I was born
that's a prerequisite, the devil's etiquette will not be born
to try showing off on vs, I'm the cold case, and my cold-casers
within the cons sequence building, fuck prison terms and court cases
when li'l nizzy decaese, old man justice will be vindicated
a bitch dizzy to think I'm a nice nigga, I'll inundate her
with my contract demands, I write her how she's signed where ex'es marked
aroused and excited to see me, we play where dead flesh is chalked
my gods been sleeping on me, the cat's out the bag, the aftermath
the sharp increase in hommies, the zoos set-up by vs after that...
amber and rose [unsanctioned]
...the broader public can't wait any longer, fillies optics been off
so since the first day of 2020 vision niggas been offed
increase in our murder rate non-stop, so hind sight done built up
shock waves of homicides sudden rise with no let-ups
that's me breaking out of this trap now, that's how I get up
motivated by unsolved murders like my own's how I head up
archeological architecture though, the acoustics
of no mentioning a thing, the ruthless leaving necks roofless
I never sanctioned amber rose, that white agent's team shoulda' known
the ki stone state's where I'm from, notice a spell they couldn't own
I heard voices as I walked out unemployment, summoning
the sun tzu-wu from my own resume, that's what it's been
and ghengis khan from my own resume, that's what it's been
and if I role-played as the return of christ, what's it to u.s.
all I knew is them two jailhouse niggas at westchester u.
I had moved to make 'em into dog food for pets to poop
a scoop a' that's evidence, I'll let it just grow vegetation
the invisible inc.'s mine to page, my books' education
governer corbet shut the schools down, I know now it's a waste
so what's owed to me is time you can't replace, so you will waste...
bamboozled pt. 12 [since t.e.t: the equal team]
...see, that goes back to graffitti in s.p.'s 1980s era
t.e.t. tagged all over south philly walls, who there can tell of
our culture, the origin nation of it, no plaintiff telling
the con descended from pelan to maka, my age of felons
motivated by heat that my waves were spilling on my killers
the traveler tariq possibly king david, time would tell it
I'm thinking I was that until the cat lady blabbed his business
I already knew con was joab, new jersey been our interest
hemmed either side up through ethernal conflict, I keep 'em seperate
philly, jersey, new york city, death comes to who disrespect vs
fillies should get with me if they want me giving them protection
to reinforce their distinction if they no longer reject me
the damages been done, I'm onto the next me, can't correct me
last scene alive in manhattan by who I'm born to in s,p.
I give the jaguar time to think her next move before she test me
richard allen projects shot up the same date she barked all wreckless
richard allen's my bul saleem from s.p., my dogs on-deck with
the armories and pugilistc shields, I'm all-law, no question...
u ain't got a prayer in the world...
...look, I already know how u done tried to set the black thought up
now jaguar wright's mouth increasing the murder rate, u ain't thought of
any escape other than attempting to extract the con from
the whole truth, whose white pussy lips are now suckling the dark forest
u ain't got a prayer in the world and yet still egging on what ain't
turkey at all, where I'm from will find u out and ring out your face
the time and place for u to play was never here at any age
simple arithmetic, when I subtract u, who's now entertained...
