215 secs. to judgement [11"]
...eleven inches to their every entrance, what a miss thinketh
I reserect with, without words of wisdoms, what a bitch wishes
stinks up the contours, what you got eyes for, I got nothing to prove
I'm not from a soft delicate place, fillies not something to use
I reach to the six triple-eight postal battalion for recruits
three and a half years is november '21, there's no excuse
for not paying full reparations to vs, your way was though vs
but the cov'i.d. wanted full ownership, that's been jakub's ruin
corrupting every sacred text there was, thinking to outsmart me
the living word incarnate, your skin tarnished, sign of the marked beast
and every nigga busy wondering why God damns his offspring
the womb being hip-hop is of lucyfer's loins I got off in
the-skin-I'm-in been his life ever since, I'm antonio ban-
dera, I stand in her stiff 'til I'm a stiff, this rodeo banned
from listeners, until I was pissed off enough to show his guts
for thinking to say keep this secret while secretions pour his shucks
keeping blasphemy alive with gay pride month, none will survive such
mockery scoffing what I've done to lucy's skyline of diamonds...
the almighty demons [2nd platoon, alpha co., 2nd/39th infantry]
...I figure what do you expect, I act out through language dead-set
against me defining myself, to move an inch anguish and stress
I gravitated to boot camp, almighty demons my platoon
september 1990, jack's son the fort, schemes that I perused
columbia's the city I was next to, then malcom x ghouled
his way out of his grave onto the t.v. set as a test tube
I was in my barracks watching the music box, his video
came up, he tried to rap, I seen he's from philly now, here we go
calling himself chase manhattan, the place he was last scene alive
around 13 years later we're co-workers at our city job
working on the same sanitation truck, I find out he's a dick
and ass, fucking himself every chance he gets out a place to live
and nowadays niggas who on demon-time thinking they can live
getting shot to death while streaming it live, putting their healths at risk
thirty years after my basic training with almighty demons
putting the puzzle together as ain't-I-christ, I ain't dream this
me and my cousin D. was 5 and 4, legion showed up cheering
in my dad's living room, we was both with 'em high fiving victory
craziest shit in life, the slaves been fighting through Hell's draft funneled
239 arch, who heard the mob march to smoke the flag's colors
2/39th infantry division, perez, huggins and 'em
terminators, the warlords, and rebels we're competative with
panamanian martinez my bro' from watts in south central
then scarface shouted south philly to watts the world is a ghetto...
119 secs. to judgement [I'm president]
...between me and me's the rules of engagement, yeah the war's ancient
my words are my sword ain't they, ruling ages, yeah this bul's raging
the zoo-woo's what the bloods gotta' pay for, my rules as tzu-ghengis
my god's gotta' catch on to the big picture as my truth frames it
half a century's mine now at eleven forty-five a.m.
since 1861 I'm president, the cave men now cave in
the last checkpoint of zion's '21 bridges burning, fidget
your fingers, but my work's still shifting keyboards and pushing inc. pens
me and D. discussed the family, I told him he was a gangster
when G. was living, I tole' him the black star line was his answer
health benefits what I want with no medical, no shitting you
he'll's residents what I poach with an enema for shit they do...