quaranteen [a.c.d.c. of the e.d.n.]
...well, what've I been reiterating all along among other things
about south philly to harlem new york's need to be quaranteened
for practicality's sake, the crime scenes yellow taped, I ain't
even get into quaranteening d.c. yet, the place I'm at
is where I begin, the ongoing trend now's the corona memes
me being the eye of the storm, I just scene what they owe to me
when going back to my point of origin, they done thought changing
its cosmetics would force compromise in my diatribe, brainless
demographic reaarangements turn to graphically deranged wigs
out in traffic whether passenger or behind the wheel racing
a.c.d.c. the current, see, involuntary murder sprees
to preserve my own birth receipts, how saint agnes gave birth to me
I'm not here for everybody's been the warning, now you're warming
up to my corona with fever pitches and bronchial fits
the stock market I'm targeting, its house market and profiteers
I nudge out of a window to skyscrapers to drop a hint
to israel's proxy, I'm not for play-time, been out of crayons
the black inc. for scribes' all I utilize, a sit-com's today's norm
in the end, israel's just gotta' die, hold it in then reflect
since the moon is only visible by the sun beams I project...
the dark tower pt. 3: regulating my bloods circulation
...my god introduced me to the fuel, bloods sacrificed by sunni nuff
and I warned god what I'm 'bout to do, love's no advice for boosting bloods
the dark tower's my erectlle's function to close on luc's cipher
I'm who writes the world into blight, who don't like it done loosed tight lips
these are the dates being booked, calendar's full once I had my fill
u.s. remains trump'd, dialogue of change chump, and my laughter's real
I superimpose my will on mind control, I don't mind controll-
ing every event from here on 'til I'm labeled out-of-control
who climbs my dark tower but the dark melanated w8mbs of men
language I developed to heal myself to sink in skulls of men
my bloods circulation I regulate across the whole u.s.
fillies claiming none of that 'cause of who I am, so don't u test
perhaps you will, and as the consequence mmers nyquil your chests,
foreheads to necks, my secret8ries at their best kept mine abreast
tariq being pushed in position for the set, the system glitch
number forty-two as a clue to depths of black, the rest in debt
to vs, pay the eternal debt to me allone, no resting up
it's 4 minutes 44 seconds left, sue wut u pressed for luc'...
9 secs. to judgement [death to the harlot]
...alright, so what about a drill, is about you who I'm about to kill
you had ovaries I knocked up for-real, what you cannot reveal
about yourself, fuck outta' here, hermaphodite-ass thinking bitch
if I said I'm a' kill you, I meant that shit, dyke-ass thinking nig'
you're worse than a fag', you're a dead stink pussy walking, I'm on-point
I'm a' gut you, I'm a' butt-fuck you with the gauge, you got all moist
sweating bullets, I ain't pudding, I'll puree you to rock pudding
I ask "what you say?" the same time I bone you, fillet and cook you
your body stuffed in the safe, and you said there's nothing in my safe
if I pistol-whip your throat, goes to show I'm nothing nice or safe...
74 secs. to judgement pt. 2 [vengeance is mine sayeth I the lord]
...ay, look at u.s. now...upon the world's end what you do now...
..and this ain't shit but a precept being tried to see how you move now
since you ain't ever scene me coming, the moon's 19-year cycle?
corona's the sun crowning the moon when eclipsing my life here?
yeah, well, that's how they killed nipsey hussle, kobe bryant and such
and fillies yet to raise their eye level to lock in on this crunch
thirty-one hundred reported decaesed on march the thirty-first
2020 vision ain't scene me 'til this march is all you're worth
I'm a' getting my movie, y'all giving it to me, that's the facts
you must want vaccinations, dig the rap bill gates spoke out his trap
seventy-four seconds to judgement now, backfire on police
can be heavy, the f.o.p. must give up their asswipes for peace
to only last a second, since I don't live for a second-place
try making me your bolthole, uranus is mine, I'm in your space...
69 secs. to judgement, cont'd ['96 days into 2020 vision]
...now, the pedo ring's got it in for my trumpet, he's sounding off
leaving 'em wondering how to move my obamanation forth
the combination for my own vault shifts every split hair width
in time marked, only I have jurisdiction over air spent
to fuel any component to the agenda pushed on me, know
only I can make da' nero out, the cash remains in tow
petrolium dollars can only be profit through my knowledge
of warfare and strategies to move scholars through my kind of
event horizon, disagree once, burn in Hell forever
I direct that to luc's cipher, I said I'd live forever
at about three years of age or so, needless to say it's so
and compromise to my movie sets' met with the rage I show
to any outsidevs who ain't bestowed with my own blessing
to protect 'em as witnesses to my demos' own press kits
my streets are pressed with 'til my package to the b8tch she's impressed with
beyond measures, just be the best fits for my dic's erection
the slight organs shift she's impressed with while holding in flinches
my elevator nine-eleven inches, boarders to sink ships
borders shoulda' been respected, I schizzed just to figure I'm r.i.p.'d
murder's how I been descended, as I ascend israel's cleansed...
...the con knows what I mean by "cleansed". u need to keep my posts up. u ain't cheating death like u thought u were...