The Harlem Shakedown

[ChristO]

yeah, so this piece inspired by the harlem fake movement that's going viral...and the move to shake down not only harlem...

...vanilla shake or whatever you wanna' call it
I know it's all fraud 'cause I know it ain't Harlem
and I'm from Philly, east coast's second largest city
central and south New Jersey with me
you'z can't be lettin' 'em shake you down any
overwhelm your culture with theirs to drown any
evidence of our intelligence, what we trying to build on
n!66az biting they tongues like concealed arms
the white sheep grazing the field strong, it's wild deep
so I got the mint jelly for when it's time to eat
50 minutes to pound the beach
90 minutes to reach ny city when it's time for me
my own city's not on-time for me
so I keep a close-knit, you need sewing kits for those we leave
my twin from the jbm and bm, the beast, and
no mortal soul can question me or my teachings
mess around, get left a mess around your nest
put the beans talk back in your chest via ya' neck...

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

dope like the veribage

[Caper]

nice

[ChristO]

allways 'preciate the feedback, our egos need that
I nest in west p. now, on the hunt, this eagle need snacks
I reiterate the knowledge, 13X on the 13th X'd
was a friday, morning of 6 of '69, what's that suggest
man, I was shot down in a' elevator shaft to hell
harry angel style, to south p. where them demons dwell
yacub [louie cyph'] relocated here from north phil', '78
I'm creative if I'm making this up, but heavy's the weight
on my mental compass, my ghetto's mentis compus
like a vehicle gutted out down to its carcass
how them north philly streets looked back 'til the '80s
early-'90s, before the city's cosmetic slicin'
now relating that to the harlem shakedown, a bit surprisin'
sounding like fiction, me born in the S.P. asylum
me, my cousins marcus garvey and bumpy johnson
the niggas malcom x, and luciano for starters
who wanna' argue about where shit started, retardos
who'll never get a budge outta' phila'ficcionados
reason why, phila. body bag experiment bravado
too many who ain't ever live to see tomorrow...

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

dope ChristO keep killin' e'm

[ChristO]

solid...this still relates..
..now, my twin luciano managed to track me
tryin' a' have shit poppin' like fingertips do to acne
we philly-born, so any scorn to our origin
i suggested to him be met with a horrid ending
any mouth that contended, there's no chump i'm content with
letting just breathe without incident, I'm relentless
and that's just my word, my ghost gab'real
there's a lotta' rap 'til it's a wrap, went from fresh to stale
a lotta' traps this habitat manifest thru years
and decades back before i even made it here
the Father told 'em that they gon' get to C. him
they gotta' see me though, I was without tryin' a B. him
the bloods leaking from building 21, hunnid twelfth
martin luther jr. rose though, warned you we in He'll
they ain't dig beanie's profile though, a blind participant
the 5 percent was bent on rising from the dead
by '99, the problems though made the horizon glow
toxic as i walked schizzin', brushed it off like it's nonsense though
had to keep living, making a living, my pockets livid
this under-documented existence, me and mines lived it..