reach in the stash

[ChristO]

some material from my stash, beginning of my bookie phase...
I spend my days rearranging a decimal point,
adding commas like good grammar
with so many zeroes look like a whole bunch of nothing
‘til the number 5 on the left stand up
but like R. Kelly I wish
but still I’m a’ tell you this, I’m rich
the steel I’m a’ fill you with does not miss
if that’s how you wanna’ whistle with no lips
take it how you wanna’...I relate like bloodlines to corners
do away with newcomers, now they gonners
spent a few summers in a greenhouse raising the cash
my n!ggas call me foot ‘cause I stay in that ass
you gotta’ breakdown just to stay around or get thrown in the trash
watch your weight, pack candles when stacking cake
don’t procrastinate or be a close casket face
or a sandwich short of a picnic basket case
after you stash the cash, stash the safe
I’m a’ spit a rap on acetate
plus leave a nigga duct and masking taped
I don’t give a f#ck what I spit out my mouth nowadays
haters ain’t making it no better
so I don’t understand what you talking about when you bark at the mouth
only reality is being a go-getter
and a no-quitter...I stand and deliver
before I go outside, yeah, I stand in the mirror
and you can still watch as I handstand on a mister
my thing-thing giving a brain cramp to his sister
I make niggas’ careers like good clothes they not wearing...
...gotta’ hang it up
they say it’s not fair when I step in they world like an illegal alien,
dig deep in they pockets, possess they inheritance
and I ride the heart beat to they cardiovascular tracks
en route to they cardiac to kidnap
I figure this much, about ten digits
is what I’m a’ reach for, plus I’m a’ reach with ‘em
grab the butts of two cannons tight as I grab
the butts of my boos janet and susanna
you won’t like me when I’m angry
these metal rain drops tear through layers of clothes like bruce banner
an Army of One Thousand Hurting,
and it’s for certain I’m stomping a beat down...
...anyway, increase the peace...

[ChristO]

5/27/03: the struggle makes you appreciate the hustle
smoke a tree all the way down to a stubble
be around those who appreciate and love you
beer kegs and bar-b-q grills to stuff you
let your blood pressure go down like the limbo
baby’s back got any man wanting to tip-toe
picnic baskets in Fairmount Park
and going to the bathroom on tree bark
respect your mama,
Mary J. Bligh style no more drama
no bad karma
turn the news off, if for only one day
no mention about the drugs and gunplay
the slugs and the murder rate, the tears on a mother face
the dead-beat daddies and friends who can all relate
to coming up being raised in a castle of queens
kicked out to be raised on the corners of streets
father figures in jail or resting in peace
and a wrestless nigga will empty the piece
especially in the memories of an enemy
...to turn ‘em to memories and get charged the felony
so, lets just forget about it...we better off without the
"stress" of being alive, so let’s live without that...

[ArcherPriest]

after you stash the cash, stash the safe
I’m a’ spit a rap on acetate
plus leave a nigga duct and masking taped

--like how that came off

turn the news off, if for only one day
no mention about the drugs and gunplay
the slugs and the murder rate, the tears on a mother face
the dead-beat daddies and friends who can all relate
to coming up being raised in a castle of queens
kicked out to be raised on the corners of streets
father figures in jail or resting in peace
and a wrestless nigga will empty the piece

--nice

[Mantra]

this definately goes hard!!

[ChristO]

'preciate the feedback. more comin'...

[check two]

I can read these lines

[Mantra]

turn the news off, if for only one day
no mention about the drugs and gunplay
the slugs and the murder rate, the tears on a mother face
the dead-beat daddies and friends who can all relate
to coming up being raised in a castle of queens
kicked out to be raised on the corners of streets
father figures in jail or resting in peace
and a wrestless nigga will empty the piece

this is true lyricism man

[ChristO]

'preciate the love.
...so, pardon the violent notes in this next piece, was when I was on mental missions with the bosses...
4/18/03:we was on a route to shake dude, what it take to
get our bakery fresh, is you breaking the bread
or you taking the lead, or skipping off to the feds
let us catch up with him, get his lettuce,
or make ketchup with him, like he mister tomato head
...gun spit from a potato keg
you don’t know, a spud be stuck on the barrel,
that’s what I’m saying, to silence the gat, the starch I’m spraying
so when a rat tattle-tells, it’s rat-tat-a-tat
and this cat gon’ have your tongue tied around your neck
and like a bat outta’ hell, I’m at your home base
the chrome taste describes the look on your own face...

[ChristO]

this suh'm I wrote when I first got with twin [jacob] and we was trying a' collab'...
2000:niggas is sitcoms, spit at me or the grunt don
you gon' need dentragrip...and leave with speech impediments
and as keys flip, find me buried in cheese swiss
your miss on her knees with my sneeze between her lips
the freeze from my hip bleeds toupees
ChristO turn a hard nigga to juicy fruit like Mtume
with Beirut tactics...1-7 [district] police couldn’t book me like 7-1 in Barrett
bodies still with them maggots from the mag clips
S.P. Killa’ Clique pack bags for trips
rx in the zips, guns in the whips
spilling on I-76 west to east
I-95th north and south about to creep on a foreign beat
and with no speak, only the heat-seek
brody outer-space like gangster astronauts with cow over the moon beef
return to base with the leafs packed in the bags like it was autumn
from the blow sold on the blocks like snow’s falling
and heat squeezed in a nigga brains like summer dreams
we roll in parades like mummers teams, plummet a fiend
with asteroid rocks so they remember to shop over S.P. Killa’ K...
...but anyway, was a reason I was writin' like this at the time...yeh, the bul jacub was asking me to...but in reality, my nature wasn't to condone the drug trade...
...but dude knew who I was before I did...eh, interesting story tho'...

[ChristO]

...I'm just gon' toss another one out there real quick, pardon...
12/22/02:I can spit it acrilic, my syllabis is ballistic
my tongue perform cunnalingus on critics...who get it
the stiff body for the bitches, the realist physics
known to be sicker than aids and syphyllis
the ice sickle-cell cold blooded ridiculus, dick in your larynx
mess around, be the end of ya's
m.a.d. scientist but not the large professor
still looking at the front door entrance
to see most of the crowd pouring in like courvoisier
in the club like splinters,
we fornicate with number 8 shapes, first get in they mental
then hit the dug-out, the backyard, and dental
we can spend centuries like vampires
have the best of me added to your recipe,
stick shift blowing out the rubber tire on the unicycle
I guess a seed planted means survival on such a mean planet
the rivals is three pairs of sneakers under granite
crushed to sand which can make your face the back of a milk brand, it's...nothing
yeah, in this hostile environment my lifestyle residing in
survived surrounded by dying men, columbian smugglers supplying 'em
public housing highrises demolished...the mind is still impoverished
phila. body bag, pistolrangia
still never sleep on strangers, you still see our anger
my chemical balance is still beyond danglers
cardiacs still like a freon chamber
polar caps being peeled on ranges occupied by a population
money oriented occupation
that you can’t slow down or stop like constipation
your platoon best to play dead like a possum nation
guns are filled with wavecaps
so your nappy ass can act all you want like you don’t know what snipers is aiming at...

[ChristO]

...with the decisive precise infrared to the forhead wrinkle
a life that took some years developing shortened quick though
short and simple, if I resort to end you
'86 ya' to the 7th power to abort your menu, so fork ya' venue
over to the estate gobblers, corner block glock lifters
me and my twin con can lock any tract a' land on this earth
two ciphers gettin' it on with bars that drew lifers
'til we paid in full like cam', wood', and mekhi pfeifer..
..7.20.14...nastalgia's only thing that's exciting, 'cause nowadays' unenlightening
you blind, you gon' feel the thunder if you missed the lightning
I design wordplay to shock sometimes betta' than electric company
sh-it, shit on a guest like a fresh roll to what rectums dump from 'em
get it straight, that's 180 degrees, i'm hot enough though
have you sweatin' in a' deep freezer, believe me sir, I'm not a sloe moe
if i tried to educate ya', and later a dedication
was vocalized on your behalf where you rest, I rest my case then..

[Father N Dangerous]

Nice stuff

[ChristO]

back from a trip in the wildwoods of jersey to the wild hoods of urban
short fusion, crime waves in convoluted surf winds
cross the walt whit', nra strong enough to pierce a sharp wit
heard a' PA, suh'm of a slow sink in the tar pits
militias in the woods, guerrillas in the hood, my vision isn't good
keep seeing people in places where they would
get everything took from 'em from belongings to they lives
I mean, if it was right I'd say it, but it isn't right, I'm saying
post-911 of '01 was a way in for 'em...
but I'm losing y'all, I see, so a common enemy endorse 'em
maybe the obama nation, maybe ISIS, maybe i just
oughtta' stick to my day gig like I been, get back to what
sound relevant to you and let bob evens' prep ya' food
I'm mike evans revolutional, them good times for fools
I know how to sleep too though, I need peace a' mind at least
can't give a piece a' my mind to zombies with skull on they teeth..

[check two]

I would have stayed in Wildwood if I was you.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

dope ass shit