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1.14.20-2.10.21
:1.14.20 tu: this can be my pair a' dice to cement my paradise. 2020 vision's homicide overdrive to pair with ice. :1.22.20 we: when I come outside, what's the wu'ether like since fillies sites been on me. I can't allow disrespect of any slight. I end life sentences day and night until fillies pleading only one way, b8tches down-the-hatch ay' batch of my semen. :1.31.20 th: sue wu't the zoo-woo be is feuling me the tzu-wu who I be. my god ain't up-to-speed yet, 'cause who bleed out's who don't oblige me. I single-handedly take over the bloods streams in this country. I warned my god philly's not a bloods city. fillies gon' front me. the homicides in phila. body bag for year 2020's a throwback to 1990 as a teaser for what's coming. I left meena a message, condolence to her son woo biddy. I rode through 63rd and master, I been scene them bloods slipping. and my god brought me and my wife back together in a picture, called us zoo-woo. so what you get from that won't be ever mentioned. the bloods shed copping a plea? talking to me? the lost angel is philly born, raised between pelan and maka. y'all not in my league. judas iscariot pays close attention now in retrospect. I euthenize all of his dogs and pups, plus flatline his connects to lost angeles. breach of protocol to reach me's the offense. if you can't respect vs, then the exit sign's your entrance to death. so bloods should be rushing to my dick hard long in fear for their lives. fillies/b8tches should be on my dick hard long without digging why, just by the vibe of me being tzu-wu absorbing each soo-woo. the zoo-woo's only a trio. for brioche is how we woo zoos. :2.4.21 th: my god ain't scene the big picture. my dogs saleem and stay wit' me, though I ain't seen 'em in more than a year. imob's the main premise. the way shit is, what belongs soully to me's what the bloods dipped in. and con's asking me to lease the recruits to him so bloods drizzling. lost angeles get no freebies from me. I need payment upfront to merely have 'em fiending for how the zoo-woo's waging on fronts. between me and me's the targets she wants offed, then to what I want, because zoo-woo biddy's our call to arms now. stench post-mortem musk thick as a fog. play in traffic, condense a smog. lay in traffic, get too tired torso to limbs. meek skipping like he's a rabbit? that billionare white pussy who had him doing that's a splatter. between me and me's all it takes. the time and place, wut it matter. :2.5.21 fr: the score for '21 bridges in philapa is 6.13, skyrocketing from there to under-earth beings who ain't heard me. between me and me's the control panel on that. mm u don't say's the phrase letting you know ain't shit to talk about. boof your whole face how hancock did in prison. rash decisions' consequences don't lapse a second from any act commited. common sense should show. the pink panther implanted in the forehead of li'l uzi vert. twenty-four million purchase he said. diamond-head li'l lucyfer. that's l.s.d. my god can't differentiate. I'm ain't-I-christ. to hate me and love israel is some shit. gods gon' pay that price. my god can't save the con from me when I decide to take his life. he's lucky I ain't take his ass if I decide to take his wife. that's what that drill rap music is about, so I don't sympathize. they're doing what they're s'posed to do, and not one of them will survive. it's basically fillies fault. no silly thought ever crossed their minds to dialogue with me, four lips to part when my dick's posture rise. I'm not a fairy tale. beyond postal should I shred every male. beyond coastal how wet the fem8les' bound to get, I'm setting sail. :2.9.21 tu: 60 murders in 39 to 40 days to set records. fillies should lock in on me. philly's options ain't where bails set at. my invisible inc. needs a zookeeper. con cannot measure up to the task because fillies/b8tches ain't grasp how I sit up. no funds without the trust, as-well, the drill talk got you all destined to have ya' loose screws met with gut wrenches 'til more than y'alll necks stiff. who needs a necklace when you're neckless or a hat when y'all headless. :2.10.21 we: the money cliques had been supposed to form, not with my balls bitchless. what you think touch money clique and them other rap teams was about. my young brother kaboom had to route from our team to catch his clout. my god didn't get the memo yet, but I been upfront with him. can't give my twin israel another excuse. I'm slumping 'em. veci to church was where the work was at, vs twins been rumbling, down to the ground before 9.11.2001 commensed. then the con was trying to play shit off as false peace between vs, told his mother in-law that dumb shit, his gaze shit couldn't scene me. yeah, I'm gaybriel's host, the living word encarnate. no demons straid from me. I'm the armI being all I can be on cement to asphault, dirt and sand. been a working man since my early teens. before that, worked in my grammah's laundromat tasker and point breeze, the ave. the 1-9 ave. labeled me rulerfoot. I toured with them. they busy ziplock bagging up the rocks the crackhead boiled for them. what my god needs to comprehend is I created him, and thus I spazzed out on my god at 14 years-old 'cause I been fed up. the machine knows the details of me being on the 5.00 and cent. the u.s. learns the hard way I'm The Father of the 5 percent, an import to philly since fillies senses ain't pick up on me. them black brothers inc. niggas did themselves dirty and still owe me. why you think bloods seeping out of my skull, I let 'em half-way out. the bloods hit between me and fillies/b8tches though, they can't stay out. my bloods of abel's my own buls who ain't under lost angels' rule of thumb. never once paid any likeness to 'em or dues to 'em. that's how I know my god's judas iscariot. my last words were "my god, why have you forsaken me?" it is done. I ask you this, what on this earth is worth saving, if I am not the world's savior. I'm just here to collect payment. I'm only israel's saber. read genesis 27 verses 39 and 40. how you think jesuits move based on the sun tzu's art of war then? my god acting like he don't unda'stand when I gave him warning repeatedly, philly's no bloods city at-all, so let's war until you know my word's official. my god doesn't know we warring. selective hearing had him thinking that he could just ignore me, bring me into the bloods shed with no consequence. that's some wild shit. philly maintains the front strong, as the aks with the ox in time synced to china's syndrome. am I asiatic how the kane put it, god? or am I stuck at He'll still where my big brother cane put me...
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..of one really long paragraph, huh. naw, prepare for the feature presentation. you're fired....
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...of one really long paragraph? u sure 'bout that ,huh.
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2.11.21 th:
...for altering the title of my thread, ay, hold it right there...the feature presentation's me, not one long paragraph dumb ass. the heat u feel beneath your cheeks' not a hot water jug, chump-ass. I own the wtc site since being used for that rig. I'll find u out and end your life that quick for thinking u that slick. I'm used to disposing refuse since april 1999. I'm tired of u breathing in and out since u can't tell the time. I'm good at holding a grudge throughout lifetimes until it's my time. when I have dominion, that new yolk on my throat's not how I'm bound. yeah, I'm to nyc, sounds like I'm too nice. I'm from where my killers from, came up in territorial disputes with them south philly guns. I been the glue and never knew, came into the knowledge of this as a medina resident, that's west philly's blocks I been at. yeah, because south phil's been out to finish me off. my people there protecting the evils bent on destroying me. I keep prepared for death, thinking my way through it since the '80s there in maka. love for allah's a front. y'all killed me and then met me, your maker. ermias asghedom murdered. he was the prophet elijah who set the premise for me. the noi's called him allah the father who's w.d. fard muhammad. you scene the discrepency? and how "having strong enemies a blessing"'s his text meant for me? and barry adrian reese known as cassidy's elijah poole? yeah, and so how I been raising the b.a.r.'s over the heads of fools. whoever's 'sposed to get wind of it, cool. the breeze where I was schooled. and my god's way behind to think outta' thin air's shit I produce...
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2.11.21-2.17.21
...I'm at the fixed air sign aquarius, the h2o bearer. :2.12.21 fr: I'm lincoln with who can follow my rules. my god should know better. :2.13x21 sa: global nuclear holocaust, can't you smell it. can't you tell when y'all destined to have global newclear holycost impale ya'. swearing y'all won't live to see it, hoping you die before the show. y'all stuck in the middle of it, all courtesy of tokyo. :2.15.21 mo: I protect me' by all means. mm u don't say is my co-d since I picked the twelve. mosque number twelve's the safehouse how my gunners skipped, and turned sunni. israel's been on trial. u.s. to remain trump'd. I be the judge. me and 8fe can intercourse and remain buds. the bloods hit between vs all-the-way to bodymore murda'land. a portion of flesh each to vs, the purge is on-the-other-hand. :2.16.21 tu: fillies/b8tches falling for me. world's populous calling for me? protocol has been breached. the protocall is me, calling off the attempt for global nukes to stew by being the world's holycost. pope francis said philly's the darkest place he's even run across. yeah, because I was right there working that event 2015 when he visited d.c., philadelphia and n.y.c. targeted areas d.c., state of pa and n.y.c. on event 2001's 9.11. they cannot dodge me. now event 201's been simulated onto a live feed. the jesuits' the society of jesus? but u not me, and only I got me'. she's out to avenge what now cannot breathe a physical breath. the initial thought process from my mind leaked. so who really did kill her son? I ask who really is her son? I think back to my brother mark who musta' known his jig was up. talking to me as he shook, smoking a cigarette, ninety-four I think. two weeks later his mother said he's dead. some kinda' war out here. :2.17.21 we: and when is my year to emerge from this cemetery labeled brotherly love? shii, cain and seth been my adversaries. my fence movie been triple x for fencing in the triple 6. so you can guess my dick's been getting wet. fuck lucy's jealous rigs. yeah, I gots chali mac hell'd captive between my god and myself. jamuka best accept my proposition to him for his health's sake. give up barack h. obama to me. this ain't a request. I pry jonah out the mouth of the whale that signed off on his check...
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2.17.21-2.18.21
...my finger and thumbprints signed off on your necks' what made u submit. when I walk outside, the utmost respect I should get from each b8tch. and bloods sacrificed in tribute to me. the soo-woo's who I be. the love that sufficed when I gave up my life doesn't pour from me. it's your turn now bloods. should you disagree, bad company I keep between me and me's cold-casers-r-vs don't leak a word I speak. and I'm the certified teller. u seen how nervous I get u. u delete words from my thread, but u peep I still ain't done wit' u. I scene 9.11.21 ends u, since u won't listen. I have lucyfer's host hell'd captive. that drill rap's your whole set-up. "I wanna' drill you" huh? say that with your mouth full of both my nuts, my banana to coconuts to your rectum and vocal chords. our mother eve can't protect you. to run from me's what you can't do. to save face, just act like your bitch can do for me what you can't do. seth, digging me from the grave gets your ass pulled in the grave with me. I ain't playing them games at-all. when it's my time, I'm raised swiftly. my age infinite, been an old man since I came back an infant. conceived right after death, reincarnation breaking fast instant. that newbold attempt to brody my heavin's sake. I'm heavins' gate, and point breeze where I'm from ain't up for da' bait. it's the He'll I'm made of, coming up across the street from adam flipped to adolf hit', saying "luc' I'm your father" to his son seth, tried to awol him across the tracks, carpenter street's ooh-mob. who tried to chase me down? my twin vouching for names of niggas I was set to waste with rounds. when it's time to make money, the bloods money spent. loved ones done wept. I pull jack out the box, and now the world wants to cough up the rent.:2.18.21 th: houston u have a problem. controlled climate beyond the hvac? the darkest winter novel exerpts superimposed to each tract? once you thought you done seen it all, notice you still ain't scene me yet. u biden time to still try figuring how not to pay thee debt to zion. u now at zion's last checkpoint 2021. end of the world and into my word's for-real, it is not a pun. my god bringing me 'round future murder victims in the bloods shed. and me's giving me targets to close-in on due to her son's death. the wtc site tightening up with each word I streamed. and wtc might reach me through my god, enoch and 'leem. stay mae still holding down the projects with my last name, wilson park. I seen marks around there. I can broad-daylight 'em to make shit dark. who paralized whom I then identified as old man justice? in front of my old catholic church they bust him, aimed to snuff him. nyc niggas never known how they done suppressed vs. o.d.b. was hiding out in grays ferry in s.p. where his last arrest was. I resided there dodging munitiions that knocked out commissions...
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2.18.21-2.19.21
...the details of which are prefaced in previous highrogliphs spit. to retell the shit's just a bit, I direct y'all to my archives. my paragraph's so long as u know you're dead meat since u coin lies. :2.19.21 fr: and the vesica pisces between me and prophet elijah's the n.f.l. game thread throughout the timeline knocking off noggins. I don't get a break 'cause nobody knows to fight who's around me. if I demonstrate, my bell's rung, the dump you can find the rounds in. the smoking guns whom I founded since being brought up around them. but nero caesar wanted to just age me out 'til I'm grounded. ironicallly the ground under my feet's what I keep to ground me. and gods shoulda' known better, but instead of them, demons found me. my namesake the filter for gunsmoke, dropped off at the hospital, deceased. piece to my murdered uncle steve. our crime scenes not for those outsidevs, won't survive vs. I allone am the soul survivalist. and my home's not for lobbyists. on my own control its ambience....
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2.19.21-2.20.21
...if it's my time to live, I am not michael. his host murdered me, and yet I'm still here. he became simon-peter. my urge to him was "phileo." this philly yo. his response was phuck philly though. and phileo meant "are you even my friend?" he says "really, no." so he was then malcom x. I worked under him as clarence smith. and if gods tripping over this yet, good, 'cause harlem is a mess. open the 5th's seal, my bloods having a tiff asking when will I bring wrath upon our enemies who murdered us. so then when I resurface from a burgandy lake, downed in an elevator, oximoronic, aks were morons to think they could evade me. the bloods showing up disrespectful and flagrant. akis patient? no, they was scared of my bloods sounding off on 'em 'cause they slaid me. and I remained building my patients. chali mac said philly aks "neutralized" the bloods shit. I knew that was bullshit 'cause niggas not finding me recognizable as of yet. quiet on the set. silence is on when the violence is on, divide you from the hips. I am all-law immortalized at the behest of n.o.i. what's this scientology shit I heard come outta' faracon's speaking engagements? vision quest drove me to the million man march in ninety-five. I'm bogarding the slot from w.d. fard. case in-point r.i.p. to nipsey hussle, that was done through me. shitty cuz'n was a puppet. my soular's what they want from me. :2.20.21 sa: and how my blood's my own c8usins' my code to keep my belongings. I being gaybriel's host war on dialogue meant to rob me. my god and I keep correspondance, but I'm beyond his conscious. and when bloods sacrificed, it's nothing that would be on my conscience. I been vocal to god about how bloods not what my city's on. the machine thinks my god is in their pocket for them silver coins. my twin's been x-filing the blues for ages long, but still in-all, cain risen in protest against me's one nigga whom I'm a' tomb my own self like what I been doing, to the chagrin of brother seth. so don't think philly is sweet when brotherly love's some other shit. uggily mugs that flood of spit. index and thumbs that hug the grips. the aks with the ox should know I'm god father all-law, nothing less. and me's engaging me, tightening up the noose on agencies, has mee-mee craving me, t8ghtening up her smooth terrains for me. al8yah's focus trained on me, l8lita's open range for me. my bloods circulation puts in o.t. for me since abel's me. I only said filllies should know better 'cause they're the witnesses to my infancy-to-adulthood presence on these premises. I'm all they got. should y'all think not, be skinned alive in boiling snot. I'm still alive, fuck all them shots. I'm 50 now, bunk all them cops...
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2.22.21
..I woulda' been 93 today. wu's connect since '93 to me's been biz'carro in the wynne', stay mae and leem in the breeze. the respect level though's based on our buildings' architectual integrity. but the snake-charmer b8tches bodies kept me from being introduced as the living proof. I let you keep your fools' gold. I'm in the booth changing up my suit. took three decades for wool to be pulled from the sheeps eyelashes. nine-trey's been the bloods address because I'm to nyc ever since being last scene by dump baskets. but listen, I'm no punk-ass, so my patients been what you won't try. it's not that money's drying up on these streets. it's just I won't die. the movie begins between me and mrs. smith, that's my ole' mom. and demons put the movie title out there so that you won't mind what is my own business. gods shivering for a new yolk minute. in a fillies' second, cons shivering if I dont own b8tches. I write my own ticket. congugal visits at my own prison. I mind my own business. if you need help, holler. I won't miss 'em...
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2.23.21-3.2.21
...all of these crises, yet you don't know the identity christis. I'm uninspired, knowing the efforts of enemies' slyness. think it's easy to find me, but I been in plain view to blindness a whole half of a century now. lose your race or your blinders. who owns the black label? think about it, gotta' kidnap them all. before you try fading blacks out your memory banks, scrape the walls of your whole families internal organs. eternal war's been between vs, a yawn and a stretch, utter boredom churns your cores inside-out. don't ask "god where you at?!" when protocol to reach me's breached. don't have a post-mortem epipheny after your disbeliefs. the first thing heavin is is heaviness, on my shoulders I bear the weight. if I'm at He'll, the happeness happyning stir-fries air. the safe lucyano was talkin' 'bout contains him. why save him? had blue and red toy soldiers hovering under him. why save them? if lost angeles wants to keep their culture, I ain't for the jokes. if new york city wants to keep their culture, I ain't for the yolk. shoulda' backed off from fillies some time ago, but the bankers don't quite get it. I'm no rental home. there's no exit once I'm provoked. there's no entrance, a boarding pass doesn't exist. if niggas ain't put up resistance, then their ass won't take a shit 'til triggers waste all that they hit. '21 bridges philly's murder rate increase phenominally. 2020 wasn't shit compared to this. the building '21's where I was blooded-in. to b. like me is to die like me. so bloods sacrificed for me to be ripened. :2.24.21 we: me' giving me infidelphia as target practice on 'em. I gladly accept the mission as the applause clapping on 'em. :3.2.21 tu: my god coming to his senses? naw, I'm just owning the machine, tried to message me with "blexit"? naw, it's whexit as my regime's my house cleaning company. to run from me is to run to me. my homie's inviting me to make money? proceeds go to me. fillies eyes are on me? kobe bryant's workout was 666. my god's trying to rationalize it as-if that shit makes sense, but when over the phone with chali con, he's dense, ain't get the hint. the bloods hit between vs. them lost angelans shoulda' came correct. me in contact with me's air-tight as it gets when it's time for rec'. fillies a suction cup, 'cause who flushed when it was their time to shit. we're back at corona del mar., the sight of kobe's burial. he lost the road trip and ain't get to go home? that shit's murder one. and bill gates being allowed to predict your fates because you're dumb. as I become the enemy you didn't fight's because I won. I'm ain't-I-christ allready, if you read the scrolls, you know the codes? I'm anti-christ to my own self, and all nimrod struck was a pose. the machine superimposing my soul onto him? that's some bull. the church of phila. where I'm from's not in turkey like istanbul. barack obama's a 6 foot 1 package of pure horse manure. I'm not whom you can ignore nor chasing a sale from door-to-door...
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3.6.21-3.8.21
...is money being put on my books now starting with outsidaz? it ain't about eminem, it's about the mm. she's my rider. shiii, eminem pulled my bro' shelliano's coat 'bout the business, said the industry heard when shells came at 'em with ill ntention. prodigy said they want his mind, soul, and body, then choked to death reportedly on an egg? what does that symbology suggest? see, these bagel-and-lox eaters are slick with the snake-oil lisps. god, only I know how to make money. the kabbal's foiled gifts present a fopaux. you listened to them? god, do you have the sense to know who's being set-up and for what? my ole' turkish connect cindy got back in-touch with me, trying to escape her husband. :3.7.21 su: she's claiming islam, I am all-law, and this she cannot run from. she stepped to me at the orange line while waiting on the sub' train, impressed with me as I held a notebook my pens brushed to bulb flames. and the church of obediance can show with her obediance to me I figure. me' can rest assured there's no deceiving us. :3.8.21 mo: my god getting money connects. I just want 70%. the con's gotta' be to connect every black w8man to my wick. illumxnati is a silver screen. with each pose in mirrors, cinematography then binds your memes into motion pictures...
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3.10.21-3.11.21
...the mind strategize compartmentally, conscious to unconsious. and me' found me coincidentally as I was out browsing in brooklyn's streets about to call her up. so me' knows I am ill. she's all-the-way from westpark housing projects in west realadel'. and brooklyn street's where I drove around shouting fillies in the house, to connect shelliano's whereabouts to deals to build my house. the enemy thinks to interpret me as-if they're allowed to. my counter measures are inheritantly to kill their carousals. and if aminah's in madina, I'm a' crash land on that earth. fillies philly. indoctrination's you're repetitively earthed. there are no words of triumph above vs. phila body bag up the world for not knowing not to owe vs. philly mob is stand-up? will sunni nuff see about it. I'm God Father All-Law. doubt it, be physically left omnipresent for questioning who's got this city on-lock. l8lita scene me today. I apologize for what I did to her to make her hate me. I will not deny I was the most murderous person history has ever known. but all the b8tch can do to pacify me's to drench me with dome. :3.10.21 we: so now we're a year from the date u.s. state of emergency was declared by the cdc about corona's furnace heat. to block the sun's the objective of moon worship. but who's purchased? sun worshippers are the same way. auctioning slaves is whose purpose? the point breeze epicenter's where my story be at. who needs it? I mean, if u can kill me, kudos to u 'cause I don't need this. but see, u been doing that, and I'm still breathing. so my grievance I'm taking up with my god who's forsaken me for malfeasance? al mahdi's con, yet that pussy tried me. I'm not the maricon. I'm gaybriel's host. my mothers mary, mary, and mary's own son. haebeus corpus as israel's day in court. the verdict? I keep shit between vs pending l8lita notice my murderous intent. bloods hit between vs until nothing else gets between us. my god I won't let be defeated, but he still has to meet vs on my terms. this the dog day afternoon shit to heist manhattan, the chase bank. I won't chase bank. I'll get money like "how'd that happen?" well, because I ain't crack up. combination to my safe's bankrupt the naked eye surmises. combinations to your face handcuffed, my hands tied to my back. I still beat you to death in six six-nine, without a cheat code defeating death to be upset with this time....
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3.19.21-4.6.21
...cambaata referenced tesla. the future pressing up extra on my intuitive textile. yo mama chewing my neck sucks. do you not know what my depth is, it's not inept, it's relentless. these two worlds cannot co-exist, and one-world I'm 'bout to end quick. what's the machine want to pitch to me now to stir my interest? when the outs are in, those outsidevs left knocked from their intellects. how that works I do not divulge. all I know's she'd unlock my bulge. hershe chocolates want the nuts in 'em. the female's not the bull. c8usin sha'diah's got the gaul. she's misses smith. we've got the war to manage between us since I was mister smith. I write the score. the movie deal is in effect when the movie sets being cleansed. :3.20.21 sa: saints and sinners was the video shoot, a diss to eminem? yeah, I guess I'm involved now. it was the same shit I wrote up some years ago to hem up the mm :3.22.21 mo: as my own clique that show up from :4.6.21 tu: the words I project as the end of the world and into my word, to book the sins my own self. if you haven't heard, you have been herded. that's the sermon. I came directly after two knuckleheads, my arms folded in the cemetary, posing, proof from the dead that I am still born, silent with death in my eyes like a still-born, the first picture I took, throwing up two v's, fingered it's still war. and 12 o'clock hiding their hand, but I do not stop when they die. my god did not know l.s.d.'s been wiping out crips since the nineties at-least, never televised. lucyfer's host brought me inside the workings of this thing between vs. it's war, fuck this thing of ours. business-15-business. they put out sopranos as a cover-up, n.y.c.'s bosses born in south-to-north philly's the upper-cut. and my god wants to signify with bloods shit? that's some other stuff. but if I bring my god to scene the big picture, the oven's stuffed....
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4.6.21-5.11.21
...and lost angeles and the lost angel is at a loss for words. if a bitch hasn't spoken to me in years, lucy's lost with her. my description of what philly is is the only script to learn. pay attention to what really is as opposed to shit you heard if blasphemous with libel and slander. the lies' impact on earths why they've been rejecting me 'til their denial done trashed their worth. I'm over here being the cold case until '21 bridges closing credits. so many cold-casers been snuffing those living, retreating under cover stories. if a b8tch fronting on me? them cold-casers are cold-cased and my feelings are unremorseful. fillies trying to get the bag? the body bag? the sleeping bag? I'm a' be who I allways been. floors need a mop, routes need a map. :5.11.21 tu: so my god dropped our war-in-fatigues rap video on the tube. when I shout "zoo-woo" I think that my god thinks I'm foo-foo the fool. al-mahdi con disregarded the fact that I'll skin him alive if I age-out and the payment in-full doesn't reach me in time. no bloods sanctioned at-all to breathe air in my space, must I repeat. fillies/bitches tried to get at a bag over my dead fizzeek. what el maricon thought, I'll use my pipeline to clear his sinus. I scene he wants to trade his dingling dick for a vagina. my brain is hardwired to go apeshit no matter how I'm killed. gods shoulda' recognized 6.69 friday the 13th's a real ritualistic satanic murder that made me ain't-I-christ. my murderers walking the streets in south philly would swear I'm nice, busy praying to me without knowing it. love not showing it to me. I just chalk it up and keep soldiering unnoticedly. being gaybriel's host in this cover-up on the need for me is heathenous to say the least of it. pumps for your wheels to leak. my cold-casers between a.c.d.c. currents. my rules are strict. lost angel is who lost angeles been tricked to choose blues-to-reds. he was hovering blue and red toy soldiers in his baby pin, telling me he's got this war set up for me that he staged me in. he is napolen bonparte, had smoke set up past hookas, wanting to summon me as ghengis khan because he's jamuka...
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5.11.21-10.15.21
...and new yolk city bloods suckers was talking about mind control, scribbling shit in my bus that had me walk 'em down nice and slow. :5.12.21 we: my brother es' connry calling me up about the big deal, saying it's about time that I'm unleashed, our forks on the big meal. :5.17.21 mo: israel celebrates his birthdate today on facebook? that's slick. I recall him telling me he's born the same day as malcom x. ironic 'cause between vs the clothesline's between malcom little's head and shoulders. he showed me he's cain risen. whose dad's a riddle? barack hussein obama's is. phil' is for-real? philly's for-real. the shock and insane horror's been building to this minute for years. the mmers parades eager to assemble. knees of foes tremble. any party outside vs squeezed with rope. there's no more hope in u. :10.6.21 we: I tripped to savior's island on 9.11 of '21 and hit the bricks just to seal up 9.11.2001. my listening parties' somewhere out there being incognito. I do my due diligence as my discipline 'til I leave you. if the world wants to see me, then my movie as I scripted it will play out to-the-tee as I detail it, no shoplifting this. and mixing god degree with dog food ain't the move. los angeles might want their culture back. the vulture's black whom the lost angel is. so black lives do not matter to me at all. know your native tongue, because this language given vs too booby-trapped to save a lung from the air prince. fingernail prints in ya' backs worse than a whip lash. decisions you made before being born's what brought you to this cache. :10.15.21 fr: in building '21's the catch '22. I been paid the rent. and wack 100 played the fool. he will die, and the game will live. the P is phillies' thing. my blood's still in my veins. to venerate my murders' been the bloods intent. I entertain their deaths in spades. I been warning my god not to endorse their cause, 'cause I'm alive. my killers failed to kill me though they killed me, all-law, not a lie...
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10.16.21-12.29.21
:10.16.21 sa: how I carry it let's my god know he's judas iscariot when in the box I boxed-in his stragglers. can't be mad at me. my god can only reflect how many times I been warning him. his loyalty's been to israel, not to me. he forfeited his embassy. I makes it my mmbassy. natives send the pleas to me through fillies/b8tches embracing me head-to-head to see my flow ejaculate the sea. men's masclunities can drown. before moving to block my entrance, my condiment stains ya' mouths. as I'm walking my dog now, heroine's the dog food. cain's the boy my sites been on. he's got the sugar? machetes been aimed to bore belly fat to back, sternum to gluteus minimus to max. delis act begasted. evidence gone when lunchmeat's ate for snacks. :10.17.21 su: put t8sha smith on me, dessert at night, breakfast in the morning. she worked with my cousin khandi, played a crackhead on the corner. in real-life she's a beauty. she can suit me. her twin can choose me. I'm rulerfoot. fillies no longer shoo'ing me. shit's a doozie. how do I educate the misses when I will never miss 'em? I'm married to my mission. that's a given. I'm never fenced-in. my fences though's to close on triple x's nude and defenseless. no telling though how when I make my entrance noone can exit. :10.29.21 we: insisting on saying I'm from a bloods city gets your face peeled between vs. you don't know me first-of-all. every traitors fates sealed. judas iscariot wanted to free lucyfer from his trap. how many rape victims is he prepared to set free from his lap. my semen painted the walls of his rectum just for trying me. that bitch lucyfer knows I'll roll his eyes for dice for eyeing me. 555 homicides and counting as fillies claim to fame for 2021. this ain't the final score yet. change your names from slaves to graves. you'll never find your true selves, niggas. you bastids. all you gon' find is how you gave me up in trade for barrabas, just-so-happens to had been my hype man in south philly highschool. it was me, clover, kash fresh, and pooh bear in rap-off survival...
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12.29.21
...and so now daw'ud's son was ambushed and murdered back down the way. and da' wu' didn't connect with me yet. shit feel like it's too late. is old man justice really now li'l nizzy? now he's paralized. I swear no matter how hard I push this inc, not one pair of eyes registering the severity. you think I'm making this up out of thin air? you need clarity? where I'm at ain't where you from. south fillies shoulda' been asked for me. every time I'm down the end, feels like the end for me actually, heavy sighs must now breathe in. it's always been a contract on my head there. I aint paranoid. I was murdered. I'm still alive. if spooky bey could tell me more, then bey's with me perhap, but the bloods sacrificed from coast-to-coast. if bloods leaking from my skull, how's that mind control? just know you're toast...
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1.25.22-1.31.22
1.25.22 tu: if fillies catching up finally, it's to me allone. the block captains got easy work once fillies locking on. I own the ox. the wtc site's where I'm active. my core audience been stealth with it I guesstimate if I have one, lured tardiness to a hamburgered hill. :1.26.22 we: the fries were made out of potatoes peeled outta' peeled caps. just imagine that. nowadays the play doe's still :1.27.22 th: in-play. before we go cashless, the last who-raw's to demonstrate exactly who I be to y'all. time capsule's who I am today, the alpha omega to greece. fucks the delta and omicron. philadelphia's talk is greasy, slick and crude on all the prawns for cooking oil. the fried platters served. my full bladder splurge the curbs. no bitch ever chose me. they work for lucyfer to work my nerves. before a bitch chose me, she's murdered, disconnected, and the works. so my deprivation is al-mahdi con's burden. that's my word. :1.31.22 mo: so now it's the bengals versing the rams. pisces rule n.f.l. the final conflict's not the final act. I just proved that I'm He'll and defeated the kings at 2 minutes and 15 seconds left. the lost angeles copping please to me without a second-guess? and kryst jumping out of a building to her death to prove her love, to me? shit's too ridiculous for mtv. paruse my suds, the flow to rinse disbelief into a pale look of disbelief. if you caught that, then good. it's not redundant, it's a miss to me. my interest in her's strength. and jealous bitches too self-centered. the death enters. 2 minutes 13 seconds left. who else sentenced...
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1.31.22-2.3.22
1.31.22: ...I'm achilees pussies who put "of one really long paragraph" to my thread title. no survival mode can save their trepid ass. the wtc site's under my ownership ever since I was used to implode the twins and buidling seven. evidence can be found once you look around to find out I don't joke around. r.i.p. to allana. she's the first to let me poke around. :2.1.22 tu: it's 2 minutes and 12 seconds left, the last day to seal the score since 10.22.2020 at the linc'. I settle scores. I'm lincoln only with south fillies since I was born and raised there. and judgement days coming. the modernage pumped into my veins steer the masses. u failed the mock drill. I was branded at 6.69. :2.2.22 we: r.i.p. to t dott woo yesterday. you see the shit they tryin' to gentrify within genocide? the woo state recruited me. the jesuits strategize based on my own mind's intuitive premise. I'm no apprentice. I'm the source, the big man on campus. the score is sealed officially today, no red-hands in cameras. my reserection looks promising now where there's no more answers to pontificate on. which man on fire is jo-jo dancer? is the white bitch an asset to you to die for? :2.3.22 th: when she cried rape, nigga did you then duck and dodge from the white law? prayed your blind faith away to grigory rasputin who became charlie manson. and this is your white jesus, and I'm ain't-I-christ. call it damnage. can he be cleaned? call the panthers. I'm in early retirement. when I'm higher'd it's by the woos state. I'm the christ in confidence between vs, since israel's host to luc's cipher. al-mahdi con hell'd captive between me and judas iscariot as my god who studies five percent lessons. read the book of psalms eighty-two. if gods uncertain about who I am to 'em, wu't I'm a' do's to punish 'em from off-the-rip on-the-strength I created 'em. any doubt about that, I jar gods memories back painfully. and even the choos state gotta' choose me after I demonstrate my allegiance to the woos state apparently. my demo tape goes back to ninety-three with the eous, and thats pronounced ee-oss. my cousin umbele had e.o.s. in queens. the rice pilaf, the wedding bells are brass taco shells. u wanna' wed me to streets? the covid shots taken's all in a mock-drill to web you to me...
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2.4.22-2.13x.22
:2.4.22 fr: these are the last two minutes, and judgement days coming. listen man, scene how fast I connect the dots? you watched? I got the method, man. the clocks got first and second-hand accounts of my time traveling as the lord of hosts. I am the gift of gab' without babbling. so you figure you know what the yah'mean's about? go figure that. can fillies woo's be choosing me? their scrutiny's a nigga's trap. see fillies b8tches to me personally. mm u do not say. so I'm finding out I'm a tiger now to 'em. yu're whom I'll sleigh. the r.a.m. resurfacing on my timeline. that crew's al-mahdi con's. and tommy hill was killed on my friday work, I guess by design. my c8usin ties me to every murder scene 'til she reconciles with me for-real. her oldest son's lifeline can still be cut from ties. I don't laugh at gods sense of humor. my cousin's daughter's my mom mary smith. that'd be some reallly cruel shit if I was not the time :2.5.22 sa: because confusion would kick in to cause contusions and victims. :2.12.22 sa: they can't put a lid on me thinking that I'm stupid and simple. I'm two hundred thirteen years-old today ahead of 2.13 at 213. now who wants me to prove myself but doomed earthlings. :2.13x22 su: and now it's the last 2 minutes to judgement day, phi-pho's the stakes. and five-oh's been hawii's show. when akis dump swine on the plates, it's that sophisticated ladies shit. fillies adept to me about then, shoulda' been though. but the heavins been inept to see exactly who I be to them, 'cause I am born as ain't-I-christ, the enemy to my own self. scene me smile, don't ask am I nyc. that's where I was last scene alive. south fillies just bound to confess I was then born where my killers at to be raised around their mess. serial killers to-this-day protected by my blood they shed. so what bloods gotta' understand is if I let 'em live, I'm dead. so as I reserect, the bloods shed coast-to-coast. the more you know, more hushed you spoke. the wheels gonna' keep turning up with trunks of folks. zzz's pointing out jupiter's tiger stripes. it's symbol was picked up in south philly as 2-4 where I'm from. this riddle I picked up from those "resurrect the dead on planet jupiter" messages. I won't get into much more depth with it 'cause I been mentioned it. I gots' the W [double-u] back in ninety-nine. further down-the-line's been a gauntlet to meet the wu'. pop smoke was knocked off from his prime....
...since u won't let me live, u gon' pay that price. exactly. bengals shoulda' won, point-blank...rams squad been lost, since back in 2005...u done fuk'd up...
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2.15.22-2.18.22
...now it's less than 2 minutes until judgement days arrival's set. I'm fifty-one today, already the face of the 5 and cent to 5 per cent. al-mahdi con wanted for me to battle wu' on ten twenty-three two thousand-five. twenty-three days later who'd a' figured a nigga in kensington northeast philly would die over the wu'tang dance philly came up with. count how many times I told you this. who wishes it was fiction? I was cold-tripping. but ain't but so much media can cover up when shown this shit, on that ole' dirty bastard's birthday nonetheless. I had to step up in position as the sun tzu-wu so they'd know not to press. the protocol to reach me must be met. fillies been on some shit I had to swim through knowing freedom's close. picture shawshank redempt'. back in ninety-eight, my's plan's been to disembowel two faggot dudes. the reverand said the devil's rumbling in my locker. that's the truth, between me and my cousin tee-tee. lucyfer's been trapped and stewed, if tee-tee was about that. between me and luc' she had to choose. end result's been my namesake murdered by my murdered uncle steve's demons. that was tee-tee's father. she'll call me when she wants the beef. steaming through the manhole covers what streets offer :2.17.22 th: to landlovers. I can't accept closets of manhole lovers my ammo's stuffing. what's owed to the melanated's the souls to be ventilated. my soulmate's the complete end of inphidels, no ambo' chasing. my mama's love fillies/bitches been jealous of, so there's the rub to marinate my meat. my c8usin's shoulders shrugged. that there's the front. me going in detail about shit's to pick-off the populous. I'm unpopular 'til unpopulating shit, tear flies from wings. only I can do what I do. allone I'm my crew when I move about. judgement days finally coming, less than two minutes soon. :2.18.22 ft: I put the end now to the modernage as I went deeper now. it's the same results how I been endowed to reap l8lita's mounds. the due time's to l8lita's mouth, her expression told me I'm in her every thought, so the loop goes around. what cums around's my dick she fitted in. she doing death rattle convulsions every inch. how I feel about it's for everything she been. the very thing she's been against is me, until the world showed her my heavy hands, to have her moisturizing when in pants, her panties in a jam, staring at me hoping I don't fuck her on-site in front of fans. my calculated moves been in advance. I'll drill her where she stands. fillies no bloods city. did my god listen though? it's simple. no. I'm really cold killing everything read, veins to aortas know. the aks ain't got much of a choice at-all. I force 'em all to forge and reinforce my war. par for the course of-course I walked the course to know what fillies got that noone else has which is I allone. at one minute and twenty-five seconds left, I'd ram down ya' throats that I gots the double-u for the win. u gave me the big L. when I turned twenty-eight, same year the double-u [W] gave the intel' to me about "we know who you are" through the television waves. yeah, I said sue the-fuk-wut 'cause I'm still me, fillies mental case...
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2.20.22-2.22.22
...I been targeting bloods since 1998. and by-the-way, this thing between vs been since 1998 in finding ways or means in which to exfoliate faces off the earths face since my god ain't think that what I been fighting israel, the host satan or lucyfer's alive within. the cov'id-19 hides the code. and the world's volunteering now to fall in-line as dominoes. yeah, because earths denied what I been walking on's the earths since birth. I'm some phenomenon being observed as-if not from this earth. the jesuits done gassed you all on that shit. yeah I'll take the name jesus christ, though I'm ain't-I-christ. see, these lies can't disrupt the aim that I as the tzu-wu have on the u.s. for what's owed to vs. so where bloods at with me now's what they can't avoid. I'll close 'em shut, my clothes untouched. I'm folding up their wardrobes with them in 'em. look, you won't listen until you die first then plead to be iced when cooked. :2.22.22 tu: I seen the billboard on I ninety-five north asking am I ZOO or not. allone I am TZU, you not. fillies last to have a clue. my god is underneath me in hierarchy now, can't talk me down offa' my own knowledge. the bloods shoulda' known once they called me out, to agitate me's not anything wise to do. advice to you from my god shoulda' been not ever to scab-up. the price of food being the tears of loved ones. look, I'll tear your loved ones to fractions. filles shouilda' known better. by my own measures I subtract them...
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2.22.22-3.9.22
...I'm 94 years-old today, being celebrated by gods. shit's not for me to recall. I got my own life. I beat the odds I guess, to be dropped off right where my killers are to solve my case. my mah' did business with these brothers. I was not resolved to hate. this how close-knit this shit is. I just wanted to live past my fate. soon came to find I couldn't get my own burial past my face. then came to find I was incinerated, no maggots ate me. water bearer assignment now, but don't think who I was ain't me. :2.23.22 we: so now I work the incinerator building until I rise to the occasion. my source of income as I allone described. :2.27.22 su: there is no place like home. I got options where I can call my home. can reg8na meet up with me in due time to fog up her home. :3.4.22 fr: and sisco so far flowing with my revelations given him. the audience I have hell'd captive's fillies sensibilities. the bloods shaken into seltzer, to know any hand I dealt up. the handfuls' accuracies mounting up to bloods shed to dandruff. and mms the word. that's the bond that brought down the w.t.c. buildings two, seven, and one. who went through the trouble to see me? certainly not the bloods simply because they're wanting to b. me the tzu-wu of the art of war. the soo-woo call is to bleed me. so me taking offense's reflex is taking the offensive. my barrage is without a pause and no homos in a sentence. :3.9.22 we: the game is a cap gun. if he bitches up as I get to him, he's too much of a bitch to die. I'll kill the wack dude next to him. that's been ever since zoos, that's two thousand and five. my steps to him catching his stares, my writin' left to him whiplash his neck stupid....
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3.10.22-3.11.22
...it's the last 95 seconds, my laps I-95 spinning to-and-back between port richmond philly to new yolk's port richmond from the southwest side to the northeast side of new jerusalem, gods nickname for new jersey state I cruised through it to prove to them that I'm the savior, I landed dead in the house of my killers. that elevator trip directly to He'll, dropped in a skillet. gods said The Father laid there with a smile on his lifeless body. and I wondered why niggas think I'm smiling when I'm not smiling, calling me happy and shit. I'm not fooling you. you fooled yourselves. I walked around mad as shit. adolescence, wick diffused myself. :3.11.22 fr: 94 seconds left. the '94 crime bill did etch a sketch where biden's visiting today in badlands' fairhill section's deaths. 100 homis now in fillies streets for 2022. the final score's my last judgement day times one hundred. money moves to increase my financial wealth to a strong comma for starters. I bid biden ado along with harris. karma's a dark pitch...
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Dopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! !!!!!!
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always appreciated, sheepish lord...let vs continue...
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3.12.22-3.20.22
...ain't shit to talk about. each b-boy stance the streets had chalk about used to walk about not giving it thought how long I stalks it out. :3.14.22 mo: so I hear that the tiger hunts alone. I was beside a bitch when her clothes and hair were blown in the mist and soaked with tiger piss. :3.18.22 fr: the x premiers. my entrance where the triple six was wet cement cracking an egg. my birth survived my school's assessment of events. GOD isn't dead, I'm still born, not a still-born. now it's 1 minute and 27 seconds until judgement days at-last present. :3.19.22 sa: I heard of the rolling 20s, but them bloods got nothing on vs. veci's got the drop on whom my god done tried to backdoor on vs. and strawberry mansion's part of a haunted house u can't escape. my god's been evicted from my house for deaf ears to what I state. :3.20.22 su: .and I hear chubby jag doing his thing. l.a. should know the stakes. from what my god said, they must not know fillies not just known for steaks. when judgement days here, nothing's safe here. slight flinches get blown thru space. I been physically here fifty-one years. just know I own this place. shelliano's on the corner playing his own rap catalogue. west philly's own, that's my aki since his days battle-rapping hard. my young brother kaboom entered through my crew as our young pit bull. my advice to him was not to let bar leeches drain flows he pours...
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3.21.22-3.26.22
...real recognize real, and that's two reals for the movie's projector. this movie has no rating. mm u don't say. groupies want next up. :3.26.22 sa: it's now 1 minute and 19 seconds until judgement days here. I woke up with a smiley-face to my neck to slump my day care. keep in-mind, when judgement days here, I'm the only one who's the judge. just because I'm the grace period don't mean I can't hold a grudge longer than infinity's symbol. that b8tch thinking I'm mental. whatever finally sinks in her brain looks same as the menthol. the chain smoke's from the pain that I been through, no thing when I fence you. the pawn game is for souls. al-mahdi con's goal's changed him to menstrual, period trying to fuks with me. chicago picked up the "drill" because within chicago's nois came the order to have me killed. philly picked up on it, carried it out, and then I was born here. I was last scene alive in n.y.c. since fillies ignored me. ironic, I allone am what fillies got that noone else has. iconic's idol-worship, so I walk along noone else path. I thought The Father Allah was a nut-case 'til I found I'm Him. I ain't like the 5 percent nation, didn't know I founded them. al-mahdi con said I'm a' be some organization's founder. that was nineteen ninety-eight, I was summoned up thru arousal. and sunni nuff's been what fillies streets energy's been branded as. I slept-walked as allah's ghost in my enemies' home crashing as all-law immortalized. surprise niggas, I'm still alive, niggas. infidelphia's got a one-way ticket. bon voyage, bitches...
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3.27.22-3.29.22
...I suffer post-traumatic death disorder evidently though. no medical diagnosis for that shit just to let you know. :3.29.22 tu: all-talk u to death. I'm no comedian. u thought u was slick, slapping the dog-shit outta' christ, rocked him back to a fargo sketch. I'm not amused a bit. I'm tony christ, both of them brothers' names. just because you from philly, nigga', don't mean I won't throw the flames to part ya' but cheeks and depart your manhood for good. why you cried tears after the open-hand slap is 'cause you know you bout to die. "we can all be kings" you said on my account 'bout your closet gaze to me gaybriel's host. you're princess of del air. your pouting staged. the earth rearranged to the heart. if your bitch leaves you, where's your heart? if she misleads you, where's your art? she bent you? we see where's your arch. defeating you, see there's the march. al-mahdi con, see, where you start you end. and it's just like that since a b8tch thought that I been the mark. who wears the mark? why'd you say you gotta' be a beast with the sex? it's 1 minute 16 seconds before your last breath leaves your chest. or I give dicktation, you take dicktation with no further stress to me for shit. better leave me the-fuck be with the schemes and rigs. my c8usin sh8diah's calling's to me. she's mrs. mary smith. gods been behind the wheel falling asleep, let demons hand me clips, bananas and ladders since 2019 to paint housing with. big willie style wasn't my target. the fresh princess blouse I ripped...
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3.30.22-4.17.22
...so li'l lucyfer knows li'l uzi vert's pose signifies pelan as north philly where he was born. maka's south phil' where I belong. madina's west philly where I gravitated since ninety-nine, where harriet tubman's from. she's my co-d' for-real, not a lie. u just murdered her only son woo-biddy. "some shit never dies" is what a blue brick nigga wrote before a t-shirt showed he died. these are recycled anecdotes of mine since fillies stuck denying that I or vs niggas exist, until it's like I just arrived. :4.16.22 sa: so good friday was the sunset's observation. the room gets dark when dude shoots up a subway car at 36th in sunset park, as kamala harris warns metal sheetworkers in south philly not to overheat. the day prior a septa train got busy treadmarking a pedestrian to death at the queen lane station. I picked up on the hint ever since chris rock's g.i. jane statement. I can pull kamala out of the space biden's in when he dies. I'm the man of the house though, so her husband's with him when he dies. I'm just making examples out of degenerate tubs of lard. first and foremost my reserection catch wet pussies off-they-guards. fillies connection to the bay's the warriors and athletics. if we're playing ball, then put d8nielle outlaw on my aesthetics, well, to get her through what I do to increase fillies homicides for the next several years. she's the commish? how she secured her job? a fucking relationship with her GOD personified as I. and no killer on this earth has as many homicides as I. :4.17.22 su: and that's why baby napolean bonaparte summoned me up to proposition me 'bout a world war he been mustering up. evidently I'm ghengis khan the 13 sentry. beyond that I'm the sun tzu-wu and fillies not. and bloods sheds still be pourin'. I'm born to u.s. blacks. there is no changing that. china be fucked. africa's too much of a freak-ass slut. pussies buttered 'em up. zion is closed since 2021's closed. pontius pilate's oath was on my personal bible, the same when nimrod vowed his oath. so I voted myself back into the u.s. oval office. I'm abel bodied, lincoln only with those who know my aura, soaking kam8la's breath control, opened her door to my ding-dong. that foreign bitch ain't rooted to the soil. quicksand's her springboard...
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4.23.22
...my fences surround wackioo. he leaps through fire hoola-hoops just to find the eternal dam nation is non-avoidable. how long I play with my food before I decide to clean his plate depends on fillies/b8tches. bloods sheds between vs in every state. I'm tzu-wu, fillies not though. sunni nuff's how fillies size y'all up, divide y'all cuts of pie for vs. al-mahdi con's a black taurus, how fillies say that's the bul, come-what-may's to israel's birthday. and yakub's trouble has him shaking through his sleep to the worst wake, shall he decide what he decided, trying to free lucyfer through me as-if between vs. ironic how my god's stupid though. ermias asghedom got tips on grooming his beard from dark lo'. brotherly love's not in the bloods acronym without the dark slope. bloods should rush to my dick hard. every b8tch card pulled since I'm ticked off. my timing never was bad. think, who gets pissed on when I'm pissed-off. lucyfer's fire-power does. punk said he'd bring me to the light? luciferase in fireflies. lord of the flies I swat the life from. c8price best to fix her face before she speaks of my business. she's my hairdoer, yeah, but ay, my crown will not be diminished. re-member me, I been here 51 years. 51 seconds until judgement days here. now, did I win the wars a dumb question...
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4.28.22-5.5.22
...remember the blue-rag mental patient wanted the battery from me back in ninety-six. I'd give him a sock and battery, the charge assault and battery. no outsider's in the mix of my own dunkin' hinds batter, see. no survivalist can pick up on shit I'm a' sideblind 'em wit'. I'm the newclear holycost. who's russia scared of? was it grigory rasputin all-along? :4.29.22 fr: so it's wacky yo how I'm a' heal my own self. the game's been played. so it's wackioo whom I'm a' kill my own self. the game's afraid? fillies not to be played with. I been backing that. fillies keeping up the strong front and no longer fronting on me? please believe it, when judgement days here. my bl8od's my c8usins my hits on bloods and cuz'. and mmers days here. mm u don't say. cold-casers chain smoke with gloves. a.c.d.c.'s the cold cases. who's left alive are no plaintiffs, how I was raised without any concern my end's been so dangerous, 'til shit caught up to me, ever since the '80s. shit's been fatal. blacked out and can't remember my mom shot a round to her naval back in seventy-two. my dad played for harold melvin's blue notes. kenny gamble jipped him out of his money, but hell is too cold compared to what I bring as He'll's embodiment. nobody gets a pass. sport, nobody has a passport or visa out this shit. :5.5.22 th: not even fillies swain or cyssero, fuck what them faggots claim if it's gonna' be some other cities' problems for baggage claim. I'm done playing with 'em. god, you was warned by me personally. I'm from know-where. you know where I'm from. south philly's purpose for me's been haphazardous since murdering me. el maricon was shook when traces of my own bloods showed up to al-mahdi con's to cook. I never befriended these scabs. fillies shoulda' just known better. I am not the snake in the grass. niggas should know I don't let up....
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5.8.22
...the looks of alarm on black b8tches' faces on mother's day just let me know q33ny's still in full-effect with his jealous hatred against me, with 36 seconds left until judgement days here. chali mac's in the danger obama put him in. your grave's here. and wackioo said "s.m.d!" to the noi's, dumb guerilla's choice trying to push the boundaries. I'm the one with the illa' nois, especially since ermias asghedom's homicide the day before april fool's on l.a.p.d. once I'm outside to play, I been hijacked your jesus piece. you knew him as charlie manson. the great reset was sixty-nine. I hold rasputin for ransom. now what's russia to do? why would I give a fuck. I'll live it up in the middle of the purge on the world. my word's been lit enough...
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5.8.22-5.17.22
...the queen bee is q33ny, a black male. mass murder to the wingding. when fillies/w8men woo me, the seal's between vs. I'm the real thing :5.13x22 fr: 31 seconds left at friday the 13th of may's today. q33ny, for shit to work between vs, fillies/fem8les best obey my commands without hesitance or a hint of ill temperament against me as I'm reserected to 9 to 11 inches closing on the 9.11 incident the system rigged using vs to do it in 2001. what intent was this. :5.17.22 tu: watch what I do to the ukraine after the tops stunt that was pulled in buffalo. al-mahdi has no army. that chump's just a fool. I'm arm1. q33ny's just a lost one 'til I master bait to her, that bitch within al-mahdi con. the fear of ghengis caves-in him. I'm incapacitated, live as a still-born since I'm still born postmortem. fillies been dead-set on finishing me off, still drawin'. bridges to cross mostly to jersey state from where I'm at, the facts. fillies should know to want me to represent 'em. but that's the passed. fillies should know to respirate to me before their lungs collapse. oxygen tank sign, hydrogen dioxide bearer. punk, relax. at 27 seconds left, my patients is indeed the key as a great mother's day present to my wife. secrets will secrete. shiii, I'm the man of the house. I ain't gotta' hide for or from shit. fillies/fem8les just better know to find me up in 'em, no shit.
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5.19.22
...I'm from the days me and sabir bey would cross paths and we'd salute. our gridiron's climate had a mind of its own. now here's the truth, noble drew ali's my brother in-arms as my god I'm training. and islam's the marriage between me and israel, my maiden or rather wife being a black male. the fear of all-law's in him, and I enforce that shit. the cov'id-19 has no law with it. my scruples on a '70s milk carton since an adult flick I caught an eyeful of. my dad had juveniles in his dark tint. I ain't read into it. I just observe the blood in my own veins. self-professed atheist impregnated my mom, then I'm born stained, the virgin rose mary's baby. luc's cipher banked on this for mine. and I was therefore unwittingly branded ant christ by my mom. I ain't have a chance in Hell is my guess, 'til He'll's just who I am. ain't give it any thought 'til adolescence swelled the tool my hands tried knocking down. okay, al-mahdi con set me up all-along. as elaborate as he thought this shit was, I still hold my own...
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5.20.22
...my god's now pronouncing vs man and wife once I give him the facts between vs, how he as judas iscariot just didn't grasp. israel is in-fact lucyfer's host. look at israel's state. that's plain and simple evidence they masquerade dead-in-your-face. I'm supposed to protect that? fuck-outta'-here. I don't give a fuck since I ain't get to fuck. my bride is israel? that's queer as-fuck. musta' blacked-out, gave that pussy a 666-change, made the bitch produce our children, then made her a him again. some shit's too real to spoof. he carrying a grudge 'bout what he wanted. once I confront him, then he's carrying on about we brothers. look, I'm no sucker. I'm ghengis khan. dude must want to be mrs. khan. my business mind is of the sun tzu-wu at all times. to themselves them bitches lying. them states of denial must be fifty-strong. they can't protect their man, and their man can't protect them. he's a dyke to me. that's where it stands. b8tches better cum right to me. there is no fight or flight from me. u can't get my birthright from me since u can't take my life from me...
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...what I said was no white bitches. keep this up...
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...how much time do u have now? I'm seeing your boy al-mahdi con this weekend. ukraine/russia, ay, look...