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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...
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i.d.entity theft
...what you want technology to do, to swallow you whole
spit out the seeds...
...yeah, what you went technology to be, in total control
of your beliefs...
...how do I move on a surface moving in orbit, pushed by
a force that's greater than my walks through the storm winds
the world's not surpassing black and white though, day and night mode
there's no way to play it right, so, say goodnight slow, the price
on your forehead wrinkles is a pound and a penny
sounds pretty petty, my prints never found nor the weapon
I was put down, I ain't down, better get down with my ministry
even if mentally, my elephant memory seeks infamy
attempt tracing me, now tracey and me gyrate abrasively
if she can't stay away from me, that's paper weight, she's a page to me
creative my screenplays would be, if she wants out, she'll pay the fee
I ain't got money or time, I got enough clout though basically
me' collecting a check to press identity theft
and my turk' called me on-the-strength, she in need of some dick
I'm all-law, war's a good investment, call back with specifics
then we can get busy, them identity thieves can't out-slick this..
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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...
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jury selected
...r.i.p. to my cousin tanya today, it's the physical
we ain't promised, what has yet to come we work to gain favor
in His kingdom, right...so my arrival time been too late, but
it ain't dampering me, I'm not favoring what my death creates
to gain fame or infamy, my brother mike, I love you dude
stuck with her until her shell gave up her ghost, no other clues
to my existence even matters, she's heavin-bound, wu'ether now
hog-tying comcast to a railrod track to settle down
my own jury selected assembles now, no kettle hounds
can sniff out my whereabouts to figure how my mental's sound
when a speaker speaks, does he bring the base and treble out
does a whisper of my name bring the shakes and trembles out
and the quakes and tremors out, earths orbit's disheveled 'bout
waiting too long to notice my weight been cooped on your fence 'til now...
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attention comcast
...now, attention comcast...to claim that u know who I am via
the wu' emblem...and then to propangadize my girl meena's
historic definition, as she was harriet tubman, look...
...the consequence is I kill everyone of you punks
u set up in philly as your headquarters, yeah, that's so u
can move to try depicting me after killing me, that shows u
to be suicidal, chali con pitched a location to me
take this down or keep it up, doesn't matter, your shit's dookie
me being to nyc wit' mine doesn't mean I'm not exclusive
to philly, so if fillies slow, I beared with it 'til my screws loose
still I'm not cracking up, though it's funny how your act's been up
and niggas still play each die for y'all just to crap vs out
to know how to fight been how to word shit picture-perfect
u took down my angel's heart verse, less than two years certain
to catch up, 'cause u aging out the masih ad-dajjal
is not happening, we know where u live, we know who y'all are...
...so the movie begins between me and my c8usin sha'...
...rules of engagement between me and me', my bloods in awe...
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route 66
...no sooner than I found I'm coming from n.y.c. I was on my head
I don't like them pussies all's to it, if I wound up dead
again, then so be it, as long as they gots no more time to live
to interrupt my bright ideas, you're a clip, filled with rounds of lead
you're the stiff who traded places with my clip, rounds did the switch
and are now housed in your whole face, neck, abdomen and chest
the last two times family of mine died, route 66 winds
up leading 'em to where I been at ever since 6.69
they're heaven-bound, but there's no heaven without me, so stick around
charlie manson's soul being cleansed, my vicegerent since bound
by his oath "death to pigs!" word to my nigga king samir
outta' trenton, not to mention you're hearing me now crystal clear
take this down like my stenographer, or keep it up like
I'm viagra-popping just to showcase how I'm rising up
but naw, my bloods shoulda' been on it, but cancer of
the liver doesn't quite deliver positive answers none
and how is it miracles can't come from me, but magic's real?
the madness will reveal its mental hygene in these bastids spiels...
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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...
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queen chaos
...see, our reparations ain't for the sake of repairing cracks to pavements
what's owed to vs as a people ain't cosmetic in nature
me breaking through earwax to reach the brain's reasoning functions
I don't care much about, once your brains reach an injunction
and still need to be bludgeoned, I'm here to control the physical
world I'm in, the queen chaos rogue abysmal interlopes
at every angle of life allegedly, but I still breathe
no encouragement to succeed as my word, suckers still breed
the fashion district as-in the faggots dickstrict, pussies will bleed
period and point-blank, cash my chips in, money will reak
deordorant is lyme, behold me in my prime or die where you
dine, it's in my job description to find wherever you hide
skin u alive, have a pit bull bitch eat your testicles off
I rode septa these past several days, dropped whatever clue off
at starbuck's, the wake-up call been 1-800-dial-atone
how u smoke marijuana to curse mary, you maricon?
I reserve my patients to attack at the opportune times
and you know I know who your host is, bitch, it's charlotte con
is it suiside I'm on-the-verge of? yeah, words are bonds
I velcro bombs to my arms and then bear-hug this world of ours...
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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...
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sue wu'd u pt. 2
...I'd like to know wut it feels like to appear normal, I'm not cipher
but the blue pill appeals by copping plea to me, wu't I'd like is
two commas strong, to feel like I belong, my health without the help
of medical fields, a fem8le on my arm without the lip
spasms on me, who reads to digest my own reader's digest
today would've been great, anyway dates I book leave 'em hard pressed
to find any free time, any big-headed peons full of gas
my pedal to the floor on 'em 'til they're exhausted, burned and crashed
sue wu'd u fillies serve me the best honoring me as your Son
gods supposed to honor The Father All-Law thru me The Sun
sue to get me outside is a job, I disconnect and let
the build-up of tension escalate, to stock nuclear heads
a doe eyed muse to diffuse a threat, she amuses my sense
initiates intrigue to me to beseech room where we can neck...
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pot luck
...there's a few fem8les I'd like to have a fucking relation-
ship with, I'd keep them in-mind, when the time comes, we can taste test
with licks, I'm in-the-cut, not in a rush, but the time has been up
to produce end results, I'm untraditional how I stick up
between the thighs, to even odds, the bloods surge how I'm keeping hard
got some nerve how I keep a job, you won't hear a peep from a slob
because she'd eat the nut and keep shit between us until she's tombed
if need be, bloods sacrificed anywhere on-site, my feet at home
to see me, I control the wu'ether, meteorologists
at odds-ends, thought they had me set-up, to me shit's obvious
the signs sent, I don't settle for potluck, I want the prime cut
the lion's share is not enough for me, I wants the whole product...
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ghost work
...now, manson, I have a job for you...now I was in emory church just
scoping it out during my li'l cousin's funeral service...
...I held back the water well my eyes tried to bring about
just thinking 'bout my need to be seen by my children now
the stain glass window had the pyramid with one eye in it
looking out to worshippers in the pews, no denying it
now if I say He'll heal me, who's positioned now as this
you guessed it, my previous verses mentioned how this is
I been retired since 6.69, israel's state will be
eternally cleansed by-the-way, my twin isn't saved from me
the grace period being that I am's fed up, so grace to eat's
over chainsaw massacre recipes my patients heaped
me being delivered fully intact doesn't mean to let
my physical deteriorate to a wrecked piece of mess
my ghost work's been without any sleep, would these streets adjust?
nope, so again, what I needed she'd agree on, steaming sex
in a pot, glass lid on the top, my bloods seemed distressed
but I kept my head about the loss, the family needs a boss...
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bloods sacrificed
...well, sue wu't you wanna' be, blooded-in like I was at six sixty-nine
I tried speaking from my grave to you, but I'm still decaesed, denied
about my existence, la', if you see me now, then show me signs
I been posting up warning labels no skull and bones designed
the palmist gave me you as a blood sacrifice, and I
fought against the shit until the end, but still in all you died
removed of your physical restraints for now, whom do you serve
the white jesus christ or me, ain't-I-christ, who will be purged
when gods word who I am is perfect, yes, a perfect mess
made of me, I brushed it off because did I deserve my death
my mom pumped a round in her stomach, bled, and screamed for help
my old mama's pain musta' been the cause, I need your help
that was seventy-two, three years after I was squeejied off
the elevator walls to descend down to where demons brawl
south philly as mostly slept on except by key doormen
the padlocks and chains to keep satan restrained, you keep dormant
about vs, the living legends, what wants to happen is
me packing my people's bags as the happeness be happyning
the ravenous famished when they burp after the feast they ate
now on the last hole to the belt on they waist once we cleaned their plates
if I allowed bloods surfacing half-way before editting
them completely from the script to reinforce my edifice
I'm just a go-getter who know where cheddar's at, to dead the rats
fem8le secretaries keep my affairs with them confident
the y burd between heaven been israel who is my wife
my heavy burden deciphered now, don't dare to swear I'm nice...
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happy thanksgiving
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the irishman
...yeah, I first seen john f. kennedy with vs at barret junior high
he turned out to be a stone-cold killer by the time the vibe
hit me that this is Hell for-real, south philly bred to kill at-will
and jfk came up with vs south philly niggas set to fill
bodies with drill bits, the wars going on verse black mafia
kidnaps and decapitated torsos, that was bothersome
to the outside world, families wiped out gun-popping shit
so to call where I come from anything soft is preposterous
god, where was you at? see, I cursed you out when I was fourteen
put me in this crazy shit, and you ain't think I would force things
through your vertebrae, when I caught up to your blindside, you die
either that, or beg for your eternal life, I'm not the guy
to ever let shit go, I'm here to let you know that you ain't god
without me, so what's jfk's storyline, he was adopt-
ed by a black family, raised black, anomally cross the tracks
psychology of it's that not a soul's cracking our safe for stash...
Last edited by ChristO; 11-29-2019 at 04:41 PM.
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