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...how u nyc enough to love vs philly niggas...
...the word to me was "you gonna' pay for justice" but now what's this
youngin' signifying the bloods shit out in the public
I shot him a warning, the translation was four shots at least
on 26th and tasker streets through his t-shirt to his briefs
I'm not sure how gods wanting to see us two alive
to tell it, pinning bodies on me been the system's job
who you think I'm talking 'bout, the featured artist nizzy straws
you nyc niggas ain't see it in our faces who we are
to y'all, our heavy hearts torn for not giving into treason
better kill me again or die today, and that's my grievance...
...peace to Allah and Justice, huh, so what's the score
when I pick you off then pick whoever's left to patrol your court
...because you cannot have our resources, you cannot wrap
your minds around how resourceful I am in methods to off you...
...I'll bring you to The Father in hefty hefty bags, it's not a threat
I repeat myself, it's how the rig's set, I'm the walking dead
figure out why I ask how u nyc enough when nyc ain't vs
there's no other way for me to be but hostile as-fuck
there's no option to bargain on what is to be undone...
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39 secs. to judgement
...revelation 3 verse 9 as it applies to nycea, the
zig-zak-zig supplied me the knowledge to get right to ya'
who you think is running this, the funnnels built for funding this?
in denial of my peripheral acumen's what the tunnels been
it's difficult actually to fucks with me, that's modesty
I bout to have you begging for your lives, in all honesty
having comcast contact me for what, as-if they know
me, when I feel they forfeit every chance to showcase
what they think they know about my whereabouts, what's paramount
is what posssessed you to think you have the c13arance house?
if this a bad dream I'm tearing down, you think a hand-me-down's
gonna' be enough to sit me down? whose eyes can stare me down?
the gaze shit's enough for ice picks to plow each socket, wrench
out your contact lenses, gouge out brain comprehensions
it's no strange doctor visits when all I write's prescriptions
don't entertain any thoughts to roadblock my conviction
just put all moneys on my books and do not incense me
to smoke fumes from you substituting for incenses...
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36 secs. to judgement
...I made it onto my cruise trip to cuba, by the skin on my teeth
I see this newborn just showing up, the decision I've reached
to have my old earth and I in an open relationship
ever since the earths been coveting lucyfer's stay with them
had me running around the scene where anthony/christopher
was murdered, fort lauderdale about, raggedy rig subvert-
ing my energy focus to a goose chase, never tasted the geese
but I'm a' eat, these conniving thieves who now cater to me
you mean to tell me flight cancellations were due to this
birth of a son to meghan, mark elongated screwball bueprints
to attempt to copy me to conquer me? your thoughts to me
telegraphed, and my eminent wrath brought to bomb your seats
nuclear flatulence to your pedophilic habitats
force-feed your mouth canisters foie gras to fatten ducks
ever since you ain't had enough, the gluttons for punishment
since you can't seem to grasp the punctuation from this man
who I am...I'm GOD, you pussies [cont'd]...
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blood, maintain your inner-sense
...yeah, so blood maintain your inner-sense if you can, until the very end
the bloods should be rushing to my manhood, for every sin
there's the consequence, the quaranteens of the crime scenes should've been
respected, but nope, so war's beyond reach of jews fingertips
why I mention them is because israel is really this
underhanded, yakub created these degenerates
uncle look, it's been a long time coming since eighty-three
gangster bookie, my strong drive no vehicle's been made to meet
I can't explain too much, not enough drains for the blood banks
can't wrap ya' brains around the flood, thanks, you've been hoodwinked...
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old dude, you hang out at the senior's center and eat soup with skampoe. you a fool
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yeah, that's all good, but do you know what time it is...
...'cause if you here, then you either trying to learn, or you in the way....33 secs. to judgement now...
...so rig, what you gotta' do is prove that you're not in the way...
...speaking of age, this is my age...
...the big rig been what's being set up, since you ain't been paying attention...
...you know, by illuimxnati for example..is you a jew, brock...or what...
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in your defense
...I ain't died of old age yet, far as I know, I been shot to bits
two many times, your days spent guessing if I can spot the chinks
in your defense, but listen though, what is a gift when I'm present
not a past-tense dug up relic, ask yourself why you impressed with
my derogatory epithets, act as-if I'm not a threat
right, 'cause I'm the guarantee, won't recollect when I collect
I ain't gotta' remember shit, my flow meant to dismember ships
all I know is any roadkill in the way will rest in piss...
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bloods seriously
...look, you fingered your pussy while looking at me, think I wasn't
spazzing offa' that, cousin, then apparently you buggin'
I wanted my hands around your neck for trying to get
me put in prison, I had to do suh'm raw to collect
the street taxes, you need ask yourself why'd you need me pastured
put in past tense, yeah, because these streets do not breed these answers
and twenty-four years later, believe me, I need satis-
faction, you are not really living, your life is taxing
you had my name out in these the streets on some truly ass shit
as if I'm short eyes, your son got my youngin' smooth cadavered
I stock up weapons, sharpen up knives, and collect ammo
then wait around 'til the perfect time to go black rambo
so if bloods seriously want to bring wrath to damned foes
of mine, the abel bodied, family affairs are handled
my work rendered publishable no matter how candid
no compromising the family, the bloods covering my pantry...
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scarface dies in the end
...I was walking them 2-7 blocks wiz dinero was posting on
a nod and I kept moving on, head on a swivel, who belonged
there caught in crossfire, who didn't belong targets of gun violence
my nigga was al capone the signs suggested, 2-4 mobster
wanting me to teach him to write rhymes, the body count
he kept a score on, wouldn't question how deep he been involved
reminds me of my brother mark, you'd never know who the killers are
in many cases, because many faces barely flinch to talk
only to eat and brush they teeth, most known to speak islamic creed
whoever tote embalming weed, bodies like you would not believe
go outta' state, build credits up, know how to work they fetish for
graving people to their own benefits in my name, that's Allah
as I walk, my head in a cloud, since being put down but not count-
ed in, israel wanted me to spend my life just serving him
when I got the word scarface dies in the end, I wasn't think-
ing that that was my buddy and I in a certified hit
that dropped right into chase manhattan's hands, I'm looking at dude
ready to sneeze his brains out, since he been allergic to truth
central amer.'s did not get a foothold 'cause I knew what to do
crossed los diablos out, scene lucyfer hosting that crew
nevertheless chali con been asking for me to book him
whoever stepped out-of-line been asking for me to cook 'em...
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last scene alive
...each ear canal's a canyon, echo effect, hard-of-hearing out
the pitch I present, my spirit down, called my demons out
riddled silhouettes, all periods, the question marks for what
I'm dead serious, one time to comprehend, then marks succumb
die on-the-spot, like it or not, eve ate forbidden fruit the snake
later born as seth said it was okay to, like what I say
doesn't mean shit, so my frustration means that death will be next
no second chance to get it, I was born a reject to be ex'd
last scene alive as clarence 13X, when I be in bx
a broken record, just guiness stout poured to wet cement
in memory of the black race born of africa's descent
I'm on the way, my old earth been missing me since my waste bin
was an elevator car, they tried to elevate the mourning star
but won't educate a broad, I'm dead in ya' face, I'm not abroad
but whatever secret lies with charlotte con, I'm not the bul
to push over the edge, trap in a corner, nor urinate off
I make the mess freely, it's my cleaning service you'll pay for...
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19 secs. to judgement
...ant christ demons locked-in...gods in fear of my pen
the time is nearer I bet, the fourty-niners' my year
a rhyme scheme is not the point, my boy 'leem can opt to give
me the 1-9 focus point, so chidlren can opt to live
gentrification's not the twist, birth of my nation's 'bout to twist
recapitulation to one statement: I'm bout to live
one hundred fourty-four thousand, the remainder can rot to death
colostomy bags been full of it, no talking out the shit
nineteen seconds left, the judgement is to die like I did bloods
sue wu'tever you thought, second thoughts a work of art, no paint brush
I seen brains dress a window, my pain undressing widows
the maimed ligaments when the lead went direct through and left sink holes
...when the happeness is happyning, the tragic ends
will never end, that's an understatement, the blood bath begins...
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sun worship
...I ain't promise you suicidal pussies one single virgin
let alone seventy-two, who told you that horse manure's certain
to answer to me, making my old earth's sign a cancer to me
my anthem's the fee you'll owe even if you panhandle on streets
for pocket lint, the confidence cannot convince me not to kill
him, but until then to pacify me it takes the w8men will-
ing...to go above and beyond birthing me then nursing me
being that you're all being cursed with me, it may take surgery
to remove my limb from your stomachs and throats, colons and skulls
attitudes adjust to submissive once the limbs and skulls
show up in a trunk removed from the trunks, to show you where
I been being re-membered at, what philly had when I was theirs
been their greatest warning to 'em, since they never warmed up to me
I know the treasure, but treason is all you get, war's up to me
calling out soo-woo, you worship me as the sun tzu-wu
my dead uncle's a blood member now, we two thorough, who knew
sixteen candles left, we going dark with it, embarked on the
point of no return been walking this since a toddler...
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okay good, brock [rig]..now hold on. 15 secs. to judgement now...time to go dark now...
...r.i.p. to andrew goodman [mississippi burning]. they can't do anything about zach' [gematria effect news] now...
...only I can make the profit [israel into muhammad ibn abdullah]. this be in the qu'ran code. let vs continue...
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13 secs to judgement
...the scenario, the m8ther's 31, and the d8ughter's 13
philly's been contrary to my existence up until when
my breathalizer test showed me breathing past my own death
and either philly wants the money or to judge me, nothing else
to intercept measures I took for leverage to edge over
streets hypocracy giving up properties by each section
acre after acre, when I met these two b8tches, philly
has no more fight against me in them, consequently
my name is ant christ, my uncle demons summoned 'em to me
my reserection reeling in willing particpants and
to piss me off wasn't the move, calling who gay? y'all are the fools
blasphemous against God's rainbow covernant, y'all are the food
I can hate satan but love sex, and you swear that's the truth
the clever one put me down at 6.69 in a chute
sue wu'en I manage' trois these two fem8les to recoup
whatever's owed to me for holding me, meltdowns won't regroup
open-shut-shut, because my cold case remains open for what
I know exactly who my killers are, been from where I grew up
south phila. body bag pa...closer to closure...
....ant christ [d.o.b. 2.15.71] closing on sam christ [d.o.d. 3.6.16]...to be cont'd...
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