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...