living conditions [for 1.19.19 now]
...so I be locked into them lottery numbers, deposit them
five to six digits for now with one comma sitting
how we living together and ain't made decisions together
how our money's s'posed to mix when we ain't in business together
see, what you got for me for today? israel, am I real
or not, a bitch laughed in my face before I made her feel
the bar massacre, each delivery of my bars masculine
eleven six, eleven fifteen to two one five massacres
conflicting news reports changed the time up to non-accurate
look, stop with the nonsense, my coup de grace been racking up
the feast for the birds to eat from bones of quite a carnage
paradise done went down into flames, good luck defautling
point breeze done got lit up, ask caesar what's been up
I ain't finished yet until every last nigga here git up
on the words I construct my nine to eleven inchess
to fit brick-shit houses' ducts as odes to nine eleven victims...
you know how a whitie called nine one one on the final thoughts
of that nigga's brains blown out his skull by the police force
you know the course u.s. been on, the tour de force u.n.'s been on
my laws enforced divorce them, since I'm the source of their phenom
I'm working out the details, when I lock into one nineteen
of nineteen, the living conditions'd be set to oblige me...
acorns crackin'...the park
...as I said, there's no way in and no way out from the black whole
no way in or out for any outsidevs, that's de facto
I snapped a picture of the mark, revolved back to my picture crop
since katt williams mouth came at where I coming from, his breaths are short
but right now, that's besides the point, is the game still truced up with meek
as I seen teef went and put hands on rich the kid's petite physique
while in los angeles, I backed him up since niggas acting up
and don't know how to act, no performing arts class can adjust
to how we be in the building, everybody else blood and crip
but I made sure my philly franchise taylor-dipped, the black outfit
I'm wearing that, my killers so prepared to wrap who dare to rap
without a filter, directed to vs, gets beheaded for plaques
I am not stopping, never off-topic, being nice when I have you fit coffins
money connects about to realize I left none of my children to be orphans
and acorns crack in the park when you walk on 'em, applied pressure to the punk's noggin
as you might've guessed, I cannot be bargained with at all whatsoever, you fresh out options
what's a nuclear missile warhead mean to you, it means you're done, doesn't mean you're through
to any next level on beanie sigel's head whenever I drop him underneath the pews
that I-have-a-dream speech ain't shit but a boule' talking point, your white ass a roast
just because your jew "zionists" put you in my business space, all you'll own is white ash and toast...
...the terms upon which I'll be seen no outsidevs can have input
about, to realize a dream, I only slept nine months then was
cut out abdomen muscles, a saint agnes conundrum being
how I was brought into being via accurate gumption
6.69 on my headstone f I had one, I was ashed up
cremated, to rise from the ash with not much of a hastle
I'm lincoln up with soldiers in the field scoring big on the grid
and I'll conquer the liii, by pressing the world's weight on the riggers...