enter the congo [part one]
...brother jacob, I'm a' walk to you, I ain't walking with you
all I'm giving up is dictation, I ain't talking with you
that tom hanks philadelphia film, I'm a mark it for death
it's all thanks to the hollywood shuffle to starve me to death
if I'm in alana' my own, can she revive from the depths
and survive the head-on collision with the cards being dealt
am I God yet, alive and well, or is gods still in self
denial about who I am 'til I surf the tide on they neck
I'm still under house arrest but hitting the beach on jersey's shore
tomorrow to catch bigger fish, my worm to cheek bones and jaws
bulged through my drawers, up on my reserection there is no question
I'm no asexual homo erectus, who told you that shit?
was it constantine's assembly to select how I'm defined
I bet you I kill every last one who thought I'm their design
yeah, I'll see how the con go, I used to beat up the bongos
the world war that's set up for me's live though, I'll buy the condo
sit my feet up, watch t.v., yup, soundscan to my d.o.d.
six period six nine, cherry on top's friday the thirteenth
and I dare them jew imposter pussies to tug at a string
I will be in their humble abodes hogtying them with string
oven roast four thirty-five degrees, ashing up they skins
as time pushes forward ash up their bones and ash up they flesh
I fades 'em all, quote from mally g., no game at all
I'll put miami thru changes for still claiming sean
got you suicidal calling out the meek and the northeast
I'm a' do wut I do, there will be no peace ['cause] now you owe me
this is no trick, daddy getting sonned quick, withdrawing , I'm no fix
I want my piece of that ass, so shit's never just over with
we'll have meek where rest your wits at, flinch, your niggas kidnapped
your family left alone this time, I'm merciful, bitch, so sit back
scratch your head and think how you gon' keep your people safe
I'm looking for your boss, and if you're your boss, let me eat your safe
I know you don't know what's going on, to me it's a foot massage
to you it's a colonoscopy that can lead to a coo de gra..
[posted 7.31.17, 12:44am]
...the bank heist [between vs]...
...so luc', we'bout to extort chase manhattan bank
'til cain's last breath, I'll enter from the front, luc' enter from the back
with black minstrel masks, 'bout to change up the game
fuck being bamboozled, this charcoal is for flames
white chalk not for the lips but to trace horizonal figures with
white gloves for no signs of fingerprints
be in g'town, sommerville, he feel how summer feel
when the steel light up the field, who still gon' ride for real
reverend jeremiah wright can't save him, I'm the type
to rise from the grave, if you raising cain I'm a' night
mare everywhere you look, summon the obamanation
all you want, but I already got him where I want
wiley coyote nigga tried to stunt, he didn't know
I already knew him, he was malcom x, and now you know
I can shoot through him and nobody gon' do shit to me
still go to newark, find his killers, put closure to 'em
any where they moving, I'll do that for my brother
still put the contents of the straps to his mug for spilling on me
he a fuckin' pussy 'cause I said so, let his son be
that nigga barack, if philly's real, we in chiraq
just doing politics, connecting the dots, collecting the commas
feeding our families, won't feed into drama
any child of an enemy I'm leaving 'em orphaned
ask malcom to recall when that nigga offed me
fuck being ousted from the nation of islam, bruh
this ain't about that, this karma from way yonder
simon peter, I tried to warn him, I said look
don't put "phuck philly" out there in the market
got manhattan's dick broke off in his jawbone
yeah, we was murdered there, soo wu't, philly's my home
south philly did me in, and I was born still with them
harlem still scratch they heads about who my killas is
this is what it mounts to, any doubts about me
and where I come from is a hell you couldn't contrive, deeper
than bottomless, have cash, fuck apologies
that's gods ass for trying me, bags colostomy
south philly to-the-death's the policy, shout .s.p.
war for every block, shoplifting pick-pocket spree
scare whities to depths beyond death every breath
they can't be let out, gotta' implode every gen-
trifying ass, the closed movie sets without these dudes
in our biz, turn every tarzan to fossil fuel
not a quiz, the-fuck you doing here, too late, you done
before nine one one, you'll spit roast and eat your tongue
bodies piled up to delete the sun, we be the ones
I rise in the east, I be The Sun, you keep it mum
I am not for everyone at all, I'm raw, in fact
I'll water you down, unhook your mouth, and toss you back
chase be at a stand still, and how my band feels
every drum, flute, and guitar case each caught a landfill
putting on no acts for the small hats
keep a long shaft in they backs, squeeze, it goes splat
but who need to know that, yeah you need to go back
remember me who the ghengis? finished y'all flat, huh..
..I know israel, seen how you jews tried to move him
through the pipeline for your movement
fuck that, this is my time, y'all are losing
more than y'all banks and y'all lives, y'all are ruins...
...yeah, only I can make the profit...
y'all expendable, I'll do a walk-buy, it doesn't cost me..
every u.s. zoo [post-d. day]
...don't fool yourselves circulating snitch gossip, you only gonna'
find omerta with philly nigs this solstice, you all are gonners...
..d. day went down yesterday on you niggas, and I been warned ya'z
them white jews was coming to shoplift your souls while you been dormant
wake up half-way stuck in a machine that the butchers own when
you scream for the GOD you just disowned when you went your own way
new hope for them is no hope for you niggas, every u.s. zoo
turning these monkeys into lunchmeat, figure who will eat that food...