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11-15-2020, 11:11 AM
#106
215 secs. to judgement [11"]
...eleven inches to their every entrance, what a miss thinketh
I reserect with, without words of wisdoms, what a bitch wishes
stinks up the contours, what you got eyes for, I got nothing to prove
I'm not from a soft delicate place, fillies not something to use
I reach to the six triple-eight postal battalion for recruits
three and a half years is november '21, there's no excuse
for not paying full reparations to vs, your way was though vs
but the cov'i.d. wanted full ownership, that's been jakub's ruin
corrupting every sacred text there was, thinking to outsmart me
the living word incarnate, your skin tarnished, sign of the marked beast
and every nigga busy wondering why God damns his offspring
the womb being hip-hop is of lucyfer's loins I got off in
the-skin-I'm-in been his life ever since, I'm antonio ban-
dera, I stand in her stiff 'til I'm a stiff, this rodeo banned
from listeners, until I was pissed off enough to show his guts
for thinking to say keep this secret while secretions pour his shucks
keeping blasphemy alive with gay pride month, none will survive such
mockery scoffing what I've done to lucy's skyline of diamonds...
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11-19-2020, 05:08 PM
#107
Last edited by ChristO; 11-19-2020 at 05:15 PM.
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11-19-2020, 05:14 PM
#108
the appointment
...I been made every appointment I had with death
couldn't pass through metal detectors without alarms cackling
I'm back like I never left, but I never left
I'm soo-woo of the art of war, the cause for alarm's atrophy
my god practically brought me to my own bloods shed
I made 'em the bench press, they leave the benches, their ass wiped without
the tee-pee paper, the moment you ask what's next
better be a b8tch impaled on my length and width from ass to mouth
without a word, my pair a' dice I been
set up before being murdered, and now I'm here by appointment
being brought back to life at whose request
but lucyfer's burden against my own self, such disappointment
my god said I smoke demons, that's my uncle's fate
who's now facing a death sentence for murdering my own namesake?
seven days after con said nothing's left to say
done asked me to live with him in this world bearing our own slave trade
but I'm not sharing shit with the snake pit of jake's
repurposing the wordplay to condemn me to eternal hell
so I embody He'll as my own self, the fate
this world is in's the cold cases of me and my blood named jamell...
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11-19-2020, 11:13 PM
#109
...2.1.22
...cov'i.d. is the con, keep that in mind, can l8lita make contact with me
souldiers up-in-arms I kept in-line, my abomination's still wit me
baracks's a hot-air balloon, ermias was blown before april fool's day 2019
the joke is on u.s., I won't concede to shit, air earth and fire engulf the crime scene
the black mah'fia responsible for my death summoning me back to alive, fillies
sucking me off, then philly's won-up on a draw, siphoning my energy's what kills me
as-in l.o.l., so as I cum to collect, you call collect, I won't accept the charge
yeah, reserect my dick 'cause you ain't seeing me for shit, I was retired sixety-nine
grew up as a poltergeist, the reason south philly's notoriety was really lit
napolean begging me to get on his team, whose noses did you blow to iddy bits
so biden time is on vs, melanated skin's really the mark on lucyfer, his host
why 42 kept showing up, because jackie is jakub, lucy in-the-flesh, this stokes
the black race, leaving a bad taste in orifices, I will not go back-and-forth with 'em
I just boxed number 113, nimrod ain't shit without my energy u pumped in him
to impersonate abe lincoln when I'm him the 5 per cent, that's the currency
u been trying to fade into a cashless society, but my demo's first to play
even my mother though I love her can get shotgunned to her lungs for speaking tongues to move
india above us, the bric's the subject, and the mother is lucy you nincompoops
my earth already tried shotgunning her lungs, found the rifle instead, and tried suicide
I was going on two, mary smith's pain of losing me to murder still fresh on her mind
demons clued me in to her whereabouts as my c8usin sha', gods gotta' answer for it
recapitulations the signs of eternal He'll if perpetuity's ignored thus...
Last edited by ChristO; 02-22-2021 at 05:33 PM.
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11-24-2020, 11:39 PM
#110
the almighty demons [2nd platoon, alpha co., 2nd/39th infantry]
...I figure what do you expect, I act out through language dead-set
against me defining myself, to move an inch anguish and stress
I gravitated to boot camp, almighty demons my platoon
september 1990, jack's son the fort, schemes that I perused
columbia's the city I was next to, then malcom x ghouled
his way out of his grave onto the t.v. set as a test tube
I was in my barracks watching the music box, his video
came up, he tried to rap, I seen he's from philly now, here we go
calling himself chase manhattan, the place he was last scene alive
around 13 years later we're co-workers at our city job
working on the same sanitation truck, I find out he's a dick
and ass, fucking himself every chance he gets out a place to live
and nowadays niggas who on demon-time thinking they can live
getting shot to death while streaming it live, putting their healths at risk
thirty years after my basic training with almighty demons
putting the puzzle together as ain't-I-christ, I ain't dream this
me and my cousin D. was 5 and 4, legion showed up cheering
in my dad's living room, we was both with 'em high fiving victory
craziest shit in life, the slaves been fighting through Hell's draft funneled
239 arch, who heard the mob march to smoke the flag's colors
2/39th infantry division, perez, huggins and 'em
terminators, the warlords, and rebels we're competative with
panamanian martinez my bro' from watts in south central
then scarface shouted south philly to watts the world is a ghetto...
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11-30-2020, 10:21 PM
#111
dead rappers
...yeah, so I told my god what the deal is, he entertains bloods still
because traces of my own bloods called out to him when I was killed
so I let my god know I've been asked by the con to clean the mess
being my bloods showing up on his hands, the con was deeply stressed
my god swearing I'm a concept, but no, I'm clarence 13X'd
if it matters to gods so much, but I been here to be myself
these dead rappers are because my god ain't think I created him
that must be it, my death tolls be industrious, won't cradle them
the bloods sacrificed for my reserection's sake, read the headlines
I'm here to make money, we all agreed, r.i.p.'s the bedtimes
so the big deal is building '21, to 4.2.72
the club harlem event let me know all I need to get at dudes
me being born in s.p. been the coup de gras to them I charged
with lead poisoning me seven to eight rounds, where I head 'em off
at the pass was by being born where they're at, where's the proof of it
since '98 focused on black brothers inc. as the true culprits
the mercy of all-law was my prerogative, but not to this
extent of getting away with my murder, that's straight not the twist...
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12-20-2020, 12:21 PM
#112
the false peace motif
...now, what would you believe, what computers breed, something you conceived
more than any potential at-all of what's in you to seed
the false peace motif's a fit to the peeholes of the dicks
of the negros who reject that your hero is myself
can I keep hold of my wits as I keep on being fixed
element of oxygen, never opt to give an inch
I am top-knotch on-the-strength of a mind boggling strength
every w8mb feel like it's birthing me's how my obelisk stretch
anonymous breaths squeak out to digress, my nerves a mess
and I can care less how my hands keep shaking out the clips
what's your life without the risk, butterknife to cut your wrists
they find out how fillies been treating The Father, slump ya'selfs
I ain't interested in a truce, I'm euthenizing you
worser than eugenics' planned parenthood, you're surviving who
first-of-all I have yet to live, so I cannot be killed
and why the-fuck is it do I still live after I've been killed
stop my murder spree to try to sell my space to aliens
the black whole's four horsepower kicks in, race to face the end...
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12-27-2020, 06:19 PM
#113
downtown gangsters
...what's par for the course when left to starve to get charcoaled as divorce
when thinking outside the box invites outsidevs goals to be sought
can my god hack the targets vs brothers are dead-set to dissolve
in battery acid vats, imagine that we'd let nigggas off
the hook, we're off-the-hook, if the con wants the job saleem ignored
then first-of-all I'm tzu-wu the sun, author of the art of war
downtown is what I own, south philly's only hope's that I was born
r.i.p. to woo biddy, now whodini's ecstacy is gone
I been the bid, and now philly's the bid, I wondered how'd that go
and sure enough, the bloods sacrifice been without fail for that dough
what fillies gonna' do now should be to summon me out, but how
the lo'op surrounds l.s.d., the l8lita express my route
my girl harriet tubman mourns her son's murder, earth's the burden
but I'll soon have luc's cipher plea to me with a purse unheard of
meena, keep your head up above the tide, only choice is survive
call the south philly tzu-gheng' up in due time, I'll be on ya' line...
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01-07-2021, 10:23 PM
#114
the schemata
...yeah judas iscariot, you're my god elect, them five percent
lessons you learned in trenton, still ain't learned me yet, our sign is fixed
my time is set with year seventy-one's homicides at my rest
the machine begging you to turn philly out, I am not impressed
wanting to raise up on me for lost angeles' sake, that's treason
I won't let my god down is the only reason you're still breathin'
you loved israel though and hated me, so I psalm-82'd
gods simply because you're in denial that israel ain't a dude
to me, he lobbied to me for recruits, wasn't you god, I'm not
the lollipop, I'll molly-wop you back to the scruples you lost
my bloods what called out to you once cane raised in protest against me
but either respect that I'm no longer bled-out or rest in peace
now the con and I know who cane is, god you just relocated
to around where the set-up on him been at since he done made his
choice, east germantown, yeah, you can shout zoo-woo, means I the tzu-wu
single-handedly took over the continent, god I drew you...
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01-29-2021, 07:04 PM
#115
I end ya
...between me and me', nobody can do shit to me', since u keep
sending agents to render me a noodle limp, up shit's ya' creek
this evil-ass bitch ain't got the sense to know she done asked to die
dried-up assorted nut face masks she peels off, earths in aftershock
the population I waste as an afterthought, dumb asses thought
they was born to shit on me, that's a nasty thought closed caskets for
I gave this bitch every chance to befriend me, she's the nasty whore
knowing I don't want shit from the bitch, she been cast me as a dork
a nut, sucker or something, just to pass herself off as import-
ant, I've been imported 'til I'm important based on mass support
where the danger lies is during level transitions, now she done
blew it, she should know it, wants to cry tears and sob 'cause now she's done...
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02-02-2021, 05:16 PM
#116
the score
...well, so you think woo biddy's murder's 'cause he dissed 63rd street
the machine played itself, that was my girl's kid, didn't deserve that
it was a land grab effort by the bankers, apnea dirt naps
I scene the bid movie billboard days earlier, then the perps cracked
my young brother's body open, a blood sacrifice you'd expect
heard willie d. of geto boys on his podcast report woo's death
then chimers-in was through-the-roof, I called my girl, made sure she cool
she's harriet tubman, you guessed it, this means we are bullet-proof
she aimed, I shoot everything moving, you won't find that amusing
nobody's safe, and I'm the tzu-gheng', you gon' find I'm a' lose you
the score was set in october 2020, now your hindsight
my god's pushing me for the limelight, I just wanted my mind right
who's now biden more time, twenty dollar-bill face buy 'em more time
if it's my girl harriet's? they just killed her son dyewou, no time
to waste, the zoo-woo's fluid embalms the face of the earth, my birth's
unnoticed by fillies/b8tches, I last 'til I'm the first unearthed
archeologists necks are ostrich, I gripped like I'm jacking off
the heads pop, champagne bottles of seltzer blood, now who's backing off...
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02-02-2021, 08:15 PM
#117
bridges crossed
...my wu' brother enoch showed me poppa wu's last message to him
saying be strong for your mother, christmas eve she left him too quick
he just let me know, said covid was the suspect, his whole world changed
I couldn't say I know how he felt to sympathize, the world's strange
my previous mother outlived me, demons showed me where she's at
my present mother's i.d. is eve, semen donor? where's he at
my dad laments about not being in my life, but it's still love
although the disconnect's real and I'm alone in my surreal world
my god's not up-to-speed, I'm not the snake, I been told him the deal
being I'm esau whom he's 'sposed to hate for love for israel
why I psalm-82'd gods not a mystery then, that was why
heard charleston white bidding on philly for making threats at his life?
fillies still paying me no mind, we now crossed '21 bridges
a housing projects' building '21, my gunners slumped with me
a tasker projects chickenhead giving me my license to drive
commercial vehicular homicide as what rides through her thighs...
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02-08-2021, 09:13 PM
#118
suffering in silence
...if bloods ever showing up on my own streets, that means I'm deceased
my own health linked to god's responsibility, if I'm released
it's under my conditions, I am not a post-mortum present
that's gon' keep being bled to death, red scabs' not what I represent
people in red uniforms not on my set, my god is bent on
carrying out skull-and-bones agenda to sweep what I stand on
from under my heels, rolling 20s bloods not getting warning shots
the 20's numbered streets where I was raised, blocks done ignored my walk
been felt the attack on me, with me out the way would make their day
I'm suffering in silence, if I die, gods done made that mistake
I'm feeling light-headed, my blood circulation feels out-of-whack
I won't take medicine, I protest doctors 'til big pharm's collapse
my god's got the bronze nazareth as a connect, what I respect
is my own word being made manifest, not what my god persists
in forsaking me for thirty coins worth of a stimulous check
the elohim never reached out to me yet to protect their necks
I ain't trying to have my mama cry again from losing me
my god can't give israel any excuse for confusing me
as my own anti-christ, as I am ain't-I-christ and nimrod ain't
since I was three all I had's been patients to get where still y'all ain't...
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02-15-2021, 08:24 PM
#119
119 secs. to judgement [I'm president]
...between me and me's the rules of engagement, yeah the war's ancient
my words are my sword ain't they, ruling ages, yeah this bul's raging
the zoo-woo's what the bloods gotta' pay for, my rules as tzu-ghengis
my god's gotta' catch on to the big picture as my truth frames it
half a century's mine now at eleven forty-five a.m.
since 1861 I'm president, the cave men now cave in
the last checkpoint of zion's '21 bridges burning, fidget
your fingers, but my work's still shifting keyboards and pushing inc. pens
me and D. discussed the family, I told him he was a gangster
when G. was living, I tole' him the black star line was his answer
health benefits what I want with no medical, no shitting you
he'll's residents what I poach with an enema for shit they do...
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02-18-2021, 03:06 PM
#120
the darkest winter
..all I need is the other ear to take my diction in, listen
why biden timed his cue to say this will be the darkest winter
y'all psyches gliching too, my god is tripping, round trip to pottsville
such a novel idea yet again utilized in a plot build
my diatribe's against how I'm alive, the bloods should've not slept
I ain't beating myself up 'bout my life, the love should've got felt
I been summoned back up by the sun worshippers, I would not wink
I murdered and massacred millions at-at-time and did not blink
my channel 13 cancelled by the network, 13's their net worth
such mockeries and parisites to flesh, relief's in a stretch hearse
me's bringing it to me about her son's murder 'cause I'm the source
of instruction how it was carried out verses my own resolve
the dichotomy of my physiological attributes
I wasn't confused about, lucyfer pouts and can't hatch a coupe
to master me, the master's me, my bloodline's to the masters' tree
my marks are dead-stuck between me', a thompson gun and master street
had my god known better, but I been let him know I'm cold weather
musta' thought he could water-proof israel when my hose wet up
the con knows better, so go figure, al-mahdi's the goal pending
my exemplary health and plus the proceeds from my own w8men...
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