nat turner [is john the baptist, not manson]
...now I see better, john the baptist is the
position reserved for my brother from the trenches
u.s. is more defenseless, the god samir has the lane
manson isn't johnathan, good, severe cast for rain
my house of corrections I will construct to correct my
investigative efforts and clear up any errors
I ain't have any chance against the breach, had to set it
but if you examine it, the system's convoluted measures
put these errors in place, so these weren't my fuck-ups
I just used you to help me without your knowledge of what
the-fuck's been going on, yeah, they confused this for that,
him for him, me for nimrod, had imprints for that
sewn in the template we physically exist in, pre-conditioned
I could explain it in-depth, but who for-real pays attention
until pressed inbetween noon and hour eleven
even then, it has to be catastrophic, beyond mention
I was born then, so I cornered that, church street
veci is my twin jacob, israel, that's vesey street
he's the one who came up with veci/christ as the duo
I was slow but managed to accumilate what I do know
so what you think you want me to do now
about all this, before this, what you thought was important?
is your life worth being in my business and on my premises
if you are not meant for this? you never had priviledge to this
I'm posting shit, when I clean it up, noone's noticing
the implosion got them peek-a-boos back to not knowing shit
those who are supposed to know this truth, they kept note
and with a dog whistle they fetched growth with like-minded souls
the white-minded trolls done came across the unbinded ghouls
of africans domesticated via unbridled force
of crackers laying down they law, who now say they found the lord
when their manson exists no more, they exist no more
wanna' mix with melanated skin now as if I won't
kill every nigga who went that route too, and their offwhite spoils
and this ain't me having hate, this about hidden hate
and the hidden agenda taking place, carried out in my face
well naw, in front of my face, like what am I gon' say
or do about it, how the black man's being immasculated
and I gots nothing but words of english to purge the grafted with
it takes some thinking to fathom how I mastered this
up against warlocks and witches using sex-magic tricks
to glide thru sliding doors of the soul that the mental reps
the soul which is the mind, come to find in our given lexicon
might as well believe in pots of gold and magic leprachauns
niggas who keep taking shit for face value, I told you
so I'm lincoln only with soldiers, since them big faces still own you
the herds of black sheep, I own them, they go where I say to go then
and nat turner in the woods, done survived past the trojans
whiteye gon' beg of me to do him in, but I'm glad I know him
did two collabs with him two thousand a.d. back on o-zone
where the sailors used to pass thru on the seven from the shipyard
o-zone to the ooh-mob who introduced black mob to the bike-by's
at war since the sixties, home to jfk adapted by a black mom
him and his brother, for the rest of you bloodsuckers it's dirtnap time...
nostradamus is pussy to me
...any last words? you need a smoke? all that I'm a' say
to white callers phoning me up wanting my real estate
these are sacred grounds for quaranteen purposes, exorcism
the mic' is choked up, I kleck-klack on him, tough tittie syndrome
micha'el shoulda' came to me sincerely, wiley asking
what he do next, and I gave him the answer, while he stabbing
himself in the back trying to backstab me to postage-stamp me
as one of them bills you never open 'til the debt stampedes
you into a paste', once you ask me, don't then try to move
contrary to that to prove you can do this on your own
volition...this is where archangel michael is at with me
the obamanation from malik al-hajj shabazz's sacrilege
boston and newark rallied up a hit team, never asking me
why they shouldn't kill him, mark of cain, shoulda' saved his ass for me
even lucyfer knows better, the pastorius street hit
didn't go down, I called it off, just hold him hostage 'til I catch
up to the nigga, michel nostrodamus can't tell who God is
all that pussy do is steal off then try to alter my shit
now it's a tough man competition, luc' whispered in my ear too
now it's a walkman competition, walk you down to your grave's tomb
what I build on a rock is due to being killed with a rock, just my thoughts
leaking, spilled, are you not peter? don't deny me your life
I am not here to be predicted, I put fear in your contenance
compromise to my movie set, I'll depopulate continents
bring it to chase manhattan's competence, anybody who is
in business with this nigga...should I feel sorry for you when
I rabbit-ear every pocket of his and do to him and his
some ugly shit, every connect of his best to disconnect
and bring michelle to me, tender-ass quivering-ass bitch's
lip service and text fingers I knot up, to tie this in with
the f.o.p. being picked off in mid-sentences at
press conferences, my best offer to keep the u.s. in tact...
day 504 [one day before 5.4.18]
...I go down to south philly to hem all sports arenas up
because it's s.p.o.rts., my team is vs, the court of laws's the streets we up
in, those who beared witness to me from a baby on up
recollect, my reserection is a bet, ladies on hush
I run the game through the wringer, I'm the newclear holycost
maka is my hiroshima, believers are not known to talk
read a verse, read a thread, and then research my catalogue
not talking outta' my ass when I regurgitate analogue
the fee-phi-pho-fum, honed on yakub and the beans talk
I teach y'all folks suh'm 'bout the home I'm keeping the thieves off
judgement day being only days away, notice the years I labored
I didn't just show up on the scene today, I been forsaken
I still move the pen, push the keys, and achieve degrees the breeze
enamored me with since brains left and pools of blood sat in the streets
broad day many occasions, where the air has many abrasions
no smiley-face, just one-eighty straight, refrigerator faces...
judgement day: the moment of truth:
...now, if nobody hears you screaming out, then why'd you want my demons out
I see your mouth want my semen out, I'm the reason now
philly streets been worth fiending 'bout, little leagues need teachers now
but stray to any outside vs, won't survive vs sleeping loud
the aerosolt 1961 paint the walls with deep quotes
around the congo, I'm the philly exclusive product's baking soda
how I was put down by the black outfit that I'm wearing
I need no colorful remarks for executives to hear me
...the moment of truth is, that on this date forty-nine years
ago, I was murdered, then I rose back up to define fear
lucyfer's worst nightmare, he propositioned me from his baby crib
"we can do this together!" he declared, like sex could grave me still
as I'm seven, lucy's equality three-fold, the mother,daugh-
ter, and the satin-mist silhouette out of a menstrual faucet
and I'm about keeping my business straight, no gay jokes
because gabriel my ghost is 13's ghost, I'm not ay joke
from the 13th man, and the 13th heavens ruler
to the 13th sentry, and the 13th amendment booster
to 13X on friday the 13th X'd at 6.69
so who's li'l nizzy to me, put down like how I was put down?
yeah, well, if beys with me, blood, we gonna' see what it's gonna' be
how I m.c., believe it or not, I breathe what you born to see..
p@&&y, u can't stop vs [I'm seizing jersey's arsonal]:
...if I'm saying rottin' he'll my nigga, who the-fuck's that nigga to you
you calling out philly killers? I been put the winepress to your crew
rest in pieces to the rest of your crew if you that willing to prove
we imaginary goons, swain couldn't spare you niggas the truth
daylyt's where the original grapes juice is at, hear through the vine
how real my shit is before being fermented to urns full of wine
which ones of you pussies killed my youngin', I'm not bluffing 'bout
anything you see from now on being why you punking out
too late, now you gotta' man up, don't sit at the stand with a hand up
pointing vs out as the ones who lit up all of your camp's grunts
I walked through that last attempt by that punk-ass to plead for help
he was too proud, left to bleed to death somewhere to reek a stcnch
then hear you come with a speaker-phone mouth ten years down-the-line
or so, against the tech-9 of wayne avenue, now my time
being hell'd up is no longer an option, you pussies ain't tough
at all, you stuck between a rock [nyc] and a hard place [phila.], that is all
every time I called jersey out, you tried to show ya' card
prah'ly how you got found cracked like eggs, more than a dozen gone
and I ain't gotta' study shit about you peanut-brittle asses
to know, if you bitches don't sit down when you piss, thats' ya' asses...
galileo galilei black [5.12.17]
...anthony b evil a.c. qua'rius, a cardinal
rule, I guess was to suggest I be nefarius
I used to wax the floors in the phila. archdiocese
uncle fred got me that gig, I arrived there on time my guess
when the three darts I flicked hit 2 and 15 on the bullseye
in that classroom there, had me thinking I'm on-point now
a decade later I declared that I am back at galilee
a high scientist born 2.15 again to crush the vatican
I don't know, I just know that since phila. never grasped me
my own guerrilla tactics I'd have to use to bring action
on my behalf, I been back at galilee ahead of the gods
who trailed me upon my descension, born again'st the odds
ressurected on the 5th planet before s.p. dude placed the tiles
on the asphault from here to brazil where comcast sponsored trials
of the olympics in two thousand sixteen, how I was baptized
was in a pool of blood and a hail a gunfire that spiraled
I guess I was supposed to die according to black brothers inc.
I chose not to testify on a stand, instead I lived in their ranks
and philadelphia became more mu'slim than it's ever been
I'm realer than a matawan psych ward could dare to think
now eye see couldn't follow protocol as to how now I be
but sun bin 's work was found when I was c-sectioned out, i.c.
had to give me a blood tranfusion since my blood I leaked
soo wu'tever bloods talking now ain't ever get by me
the disease trying to resurface to try ruining me plans
when I cum clean, it's on pussies' pituitary glands
D.s going ahead to marry into whites, brace for the impact
I'll give him this chapter after a deep-space earth tissue crack
gods not catching on must be, how I spelled the shit out for 'em
and gods not shit if GOD's in the hands of whites to subdo 'em
I'm day-in and day-out with it, as you now can tell
I woulda' seen progress had gods shown any ounce of skill
I already wrote I took manson's life, why ain't he dead yet
oh, is he dead yet? this in advance then, see if god g.i.t. it
as to why I'm back at galilee, population one
was because philly couldn't protect itself from the flood
the post nine-eleven set-up, the white jew banker funds
so until philly comply with the shit I'm on, "phillydone"
what I read on the p.a. license plate of two red niggas
way back, and I fought, philly didn't, was too bed-ridden
so galilee 2.15 is the trap on illuminati...
combat on the two one five shit, what's real 'bout what u n i b...