bamboozled pt. 7 [applying moore pressure]
...this a tag-team choreographed smack down with the rigmarole
never wined, but aging us ain't taking its toll
on anything but the world's events, sha' to me
is not shy with me, bloods, sue wu'en y'all gon' dine with me
as I sew the game up finally, try finding me
is asking 'bout your mothers privacy, cop out and plea
I'm on the force to rock cops to sleep, u.s. autopsied me
two many times, I got too many rhymes 'bout it obviously
but such is evidence published in court to twelve, one left to judge
my intellectual property sparked's not your carpet or rug
sue wu'en ever bloods should discover that my arterials
where they be at, anywhere on the map, I course scenarios
advantageous to my upraisal from graveyard to day shift
from the eras of pantyhose stocking caps for wave rips...
bamboozled pt. 8 [re-member me']
...it's been a journey, it's still the road less traveled, and I'm still tatted
with tire tread patterns, been being aged out by those that I
am more than a threat to, my showcase more than a t.v. special
I'm hard to swallow so much so, they'd rather be with strepthroat
this physical realm I bought into, won't put my all into
because that's chasing lucyfer's fall into the causal dupe
why he wants for me to live with him, I'm not the fallen troop
being murdered and rising from the depths of He'll is all I do
my composure decomposing's an example of your world's
major flaw resisting my word manifest made you all
susceptible to forever remaining remains of the day
of judgement, and this isn't the gong show, can't hide your face
in paper bags, as I demonstrate how to make the grade in math
what's gon' re-member me' besides my own courageous acts
I'm in good company being allone, with others I'm alone
my thought traveling to reach every time zone, sniff my cologne
I'm wherever you at, my sneakers kicking back, coffee table
supporting my weight, my sneakers in your backyard to plate food
the feds can't connect the dots, I'm fed up, no fork and knife
the architect can't recreate where I'm from to suh'm nice
tarik puts in solid work, I just observe all the perks
but soon to put hands on the purse, the straps snapped off with a jerk
that comcast movie fairy-taling harriet tubman's life
I called harriet on the phone to put ends to all them lies
identity theft is not something I take very kind-
ly, sue wu'd u remind me how would u know who I be...
profile of simon of cyrenia
...esp' connr'y, my good brother, the bloods gonna' try to comfort you
I'm dust ever since being done up and still the sun they call soo-woo
I as arm-one died in combat and woke up to yakub's ladder
witnessing demonic figures run amuck, why choose that I
refrain ever from being christ as-if I blaspheme, sue wu't you
thought to try having me suppress who I am, so much flew
the time grew jet engines, I been sick, but I stick to my script
a physical death's not what you wish for, you just wants to live....
...the profile I had you at's of simon the cyrenian
now it's my time to help you bear your own cross you been carrying
my advise is not to had made me out as a psychopath
I said philly doesn't have any bloods although my life's on-tap
sue wu't u have's outsidevs talking that good offer crap
and if you eat what they done ate of yours and threw back up, you lacked
so between vs, chali con and I, we been up dawn-to-dusk
even if warring against each other's fronts 'til won of vs
solidify the philly niggas mind sets to oblige vs
business-15-business is actually our business that I founded
brother esp' I love you good fella, you never doubted
our friendship, there's not a time lapse, we still are solid...
sun soo-woo author of the art of war
...it still puzzles me how 336 turned to 329
magic israel huh, I'll make u dissappear thru al-islam...
...now you hide amongst us as muhammad ibn abullah...
...knowing damn-well I'm here to hemmorage your medullah
I'll bring you back to south philly, murder you, nothing to it...
...my resume reads I'm forever a soldier, you knew this
when you dug me up from the grave thinking to rule shit
offering me the same proposal I gave you, what you think?
because I'm destroyed energy at 13 minus 13
equaling zero, that you could try me? was it worth it?
to murder me at 6.69, my bloods taking route 66
to reach me? I went from a.c. to d.c. not just for kicks
cousin tanya dropped off at age 36, eleven six
I'm summoned to room 636 once the jury's picked
and the queen chaos sealing the mistrial two days ago
jacqueline, you can't get money based on real fake shit though
yeah, I represent the septa coast, but I was set to roast
commuters for regarding me as a ghost not flesh-and-bone
knock you off-beat to the metronome 'til the metro's news
is minstrel show clowns laid in a pool looking like menstrual soup
who I am's the sun tzu-wu, author of the art of war
summoning me back and can't kill me off? you call this war?
nigga murdered over the wu' dance fourteen years ago
on ole' dirty's date of birth, fillies own deaf ears are stone
walls I live within, I chisle a tunnel, light where I steps
my candle pressed to the light bearer's head, 'cause he done vowed his wish
I'll make him the mess and then be hired to clean shit up in gest...