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the fear of all-law
...my reserection, I'm bringing this up again because it is
in your best interest to be mindful of what you are up against
now, the fuel for my hard-on is the fear you'd find yourself having
in every atom of your physical being where you're left crapping
out with the dice, MY pair-a'-dice right in the center of madness
where many slept as cadavers despite of heightened awareness
the Hell where I'm from is the He'll I am, calculate that shit
in your numerologic match-making calculous backflips
eleventh hour fourty-nine years ago, I'm all caught-up
who never bothered to realize this is slow and shit out luck
I was dehydrated as a raisin when I pissed out bloods
summoned up to raise me, still to b. like me, spill out floods
from your skulls to below ankle braceletes, can you face this
day coming whereas my patients leave backs of heads faceless
I'm an eracist, I race not to be a hospital patient
my own appraisement, the remains of the day bait alligators
dare I reiterate, barack can't set a date, I get the dates
and then I can best coordinate what I'm a' demonstrate
the f.o.p. trying to plead their case? the music must be faced
ever since sixty-nine, the "death to pigs" signs with blood as paint
the book of daniel, outlaw no vandal can put a hand to
and what I represent's the 5 dollar bills by the handfuls
and every cent by the tin canload, I make sense, there's no precurse
it's just what you dumb pussies done chose since before rebirths
I as the host of gabriel union manifestion
to my written word no matter how hard and abrasive
to zion, as to shape their relationship to my basement's
cement encasements, if I break 'em loose, can they be grateful
re-member me to one hundred percent, nix the big pharma
dumbfounded and astonished as shit, that's a bitch karma
who shut me out her life, and for my jargon now the bitch starving
but I'm here as the example of what the fear of all-law is...
Last edited by ChristO; 10-01-2020 at 05:33 PM.
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3-6 mah'fia
...israel is my bitch, and I does what I wish to its closet
any problems I fix for instance in an instance, no gossip
my face one-eighty degrees no-nonsense, and fillies options
to choose me or die without any notice to their lives spent
either back my play, or be knocked off with the bowling balls
semi-automatics send before the maggots and mold the spoil
attracts begin the feast, my dick needs a cleaning, I'm really deep
when I sink it in her recesses, I'm a' speak from how I think
the triple-six is indeed the mah'fia, the ripples in
the c.o.2's astronomical you would think, but think again
the gates to He'll now, israel done fell down, on bended knees
thinking I'm spell-bound, but can you tell how your ending's brief
eternal death now is beyond comprehension, consequential
to burn in He'll's fire, my word alone acts if I'm inactive
no rhyme or reason needed to be evident, I'll collapse you
the fear of me allone hyperventilating all your actions
now we have to begin from where we're at today, the matinee
doesn't play my movie, box offices with no cash for me
still have to cough up preventive means from being ashes heaped
to me, I put the work in to be the man you'll have to see...
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my 1-800-dial-tone christ
[from 11.15.2006 to 11.18.2006]...
...so, yeah con, don't put me in a rough position..can't talk, still gotta' rap as an artist?
can't move wanna' put me in a rut position...this move wasn't mine to make
baby swimming in my two nuts, gets my target in a screwed-up position...
...nigga, what part of "we good" did you not understand? wanna' be too tought to listen?
I got vs now, I gotta' sound 302, I got a sound
deuce-deuce, I'm ballistc...2-4, 76er on the court, they don't know how we ball
do you know how I draw to shoot cannonbals? a bunch of ameteurs wanna' swear it's none of ours
when I walk it down to 'em, they stare like a fire exit, I'll carry 'em like miriah, next it's
high notes they wanna' cry when I pry they lettuce from they pockets
one rocket realize they death wish, ontop of that they connects all on my 1-800-
dial tone christ, y'all ain't want it
my nigga, I got 'em, it's never hard to flower pot 'em...I'm pretty positive about it
know the ins-and-outs of the shape of things to come and the way my paper comes
when I cut straight to the chase, I'm more crazy than they come
when I get the ladies, then the come...open-&-shut cases of war wages and then they run
praying GOD save 'em, evidently, wut knows the time? elementary's how I chose to rhyme
who wanna' be righteous men? first-of-all, fillies got their own plight to survive in when
the guns never stopped being squeezed, generation deep...I guess we got our own way to breathe
do you see it now...how it is they never believed, well believe it now, the shit is going down...
...I'm busy coming up...yeah, I was summoned up
in philadelphia, what!...I trumped donald trump...I recognized it...I got uncommon logic
shuffling vs around is nonesense, south philly grounds I'm stomping
no tarzan is safe in any concrete jungle, survive me subtle? your manson wants you
that's a no-win situation ay' time I stand in front you [u better pray!]
bloods shed very necessary...where the nigga's at? point 'em out, do he cut heads?
well, do he break bread? and do I gotta' watch me back, or do aware wolves know to stay clear?
make room...organized crime put me on 'em...in the yard and in population, what a combination
I hit 'em with in a combination...versitile's been my occupation...they done did it now
countdown to my obamanation...I'm self-made, don't ask how'd I get it now...
Last edited by ChristO; 10-02-2020 at 05:44 AM.
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the l8lita express pt. 4: b8tch, I turn you on
...nice things to a fem8le are the nice things found in retail
b8tch, when you and I see eye-to-eye, where does our heat trail
b8tch, I turn you on to ride you right to where the scabs hiding
switch I'm turning on to scene the light vampire bats die in
I'm no contrived man, nyc and danville would let you know if they knew
witnesses to my murder's same witness to where I'm born and grew
my gut belief, but what about you, b8tch, what you prepared to do?
wasting my life should take a second, what is it you dared to prove
that I don't fit in? but I'll fit in you for taking up my room
until you're my room and I live in you, you're making up my stoop
I hunt my reserection 'til bloods hit up and my gun lift up
your mouth fill up, my river's your lip gloss, give up your front put up
I hang your guts up on my lamp, go seven rounds, call me the champ
if I don't trust a bitch, because my twist-around caught lucy camped
around vaginas on zygotes to newborns, plotting on harvests
his anus needed a shoehorn, my heel fit right in regardless...
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qu'ranteen
...see, I enjoyed my furlough from my gig, while most niggas fretted in fear
being moved, media's news the cattle prod, notice: the ending is here...
end of the world and into my word, sentences run concurrent
and consecutive, treasonous dumb black bitch must don the burden
she earned it...her pillow case facial imprints to the furnace
I smothered her, feathers muffled the shots, then lit wicks to burn up
the world now under qu'ranteen, keep inside to avoid the sun?
I been alive since seven-one, who denied and ignored their sun
sixty-eight seconds on the clock to go, now you stop, drop and roll
during which times I was trained to lock and load then rock and roll
every restaurant if not closed turned to a stop-and-go
whoever kept vs from business ownership has got to go
extortion is the business between vs, you cannot say no
'cause I will piece-meal you out in your own trash bags out from storage
luc's cipher's under new management now, I'm ain't-I-christ, the boss
if charlotte con feels some kinda' way about it, that's his loss
we supposed to been heisting chase manhattan's bank since oh five
divvy it up fifty-fifty, who prays malcom little survives...
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pandora's box
...keep trying a' pick a nigga, you dying a grisly killing
I ain't having any feelings about who you think you kidding
remarking some sweaty pig shit, you can be hung by your chit'lins
I am not the one, I'm suspect zero, no charge on me sticks
them four bodies in bucks county' s scratching the surface
from minute patches of earth to continents earthlings
and wildlife being turned to fish food at, my heavy reign
will blanket terrain features every map etched to be made
what I was given is wut my decision to judge is based on
lucy was scared of the 666 I branded him with 'cause
it meant I won and he lost and woke as the other gender
I got the closet shit booked, what lucy want to remember
this won't be a quarrel between lovers, this a war between brothers
he saying say nice things to the woman, I say for-real fuck her
she's the harlot, she's you, nigga, so she's wut I abuse, nigga
if I no longer can be killed, and the black woman refuse to get
hip, and white dude then try to point me out in a line-up
look, I was defending myself from being whitewashed up
so I didn't unprovokingly shoot to kill, where's proof I'm here
if I'm a dick and unprotected, sex think it can shoot me dead
there's only enough room over here for one reality, check
the follow-up, you should know, here comes your reality check...
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the dark tower pt. 4: 9"- 11" in closing
...alright, so come '21, I got it locked in, any cockblocking
against my whim, my bloods circulation got options, I'm not stopping
my dark tower rising to nine to eleven, m8thers' hips stretching
knuckleheads messing themselves, no other man's the mothership's blessing
birthing me as they orgasm a whole symphonic concession
to my demands put on the books, 8phi's confessions I won't let slip
beyond our private parts unless she let it, I'm solidified essence
my forethought's the whole year of the aks with the ox, in about seconds
I'm first to last longevity-wise by my own brevity's breath mints
to save money to make money that's worth more than the u.s. mint
the pandora's box been set off by jackalyne since two thousand five
verses the roots game theory I said it's a tie, the n.o.o.s. bound to dry
rot the bodies left hanging from it if they ain't pay vs for use
when they stole what's been owed to vs, I never remarked what's the use
I calmly embarked on the routes, it took decades away from my youth
to find I'm to nyc embodied as tony c., today's only proof
a' life, I hell'd my own self hostage, gods should know I created 'em
when I visited, gods behavior takes more than me berating 'em
I emphasize fillies exclusivity as-if in daze to come
as I myself armored in philly's skin, lambs' silence weighs a ton
per sqare inch, philly's homocide count's now 1971's
2020 vision, we on the same page, wu't else u been on...
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the same page
...'maj, if I save your life from me, my name still had smut put on it
how would you know that I'm all-law, my aim still has bloods spilled on it
cuz'n, how would you give your life to me, you just turned 21
in this century 21, event '01 to '21
what makes you into a man though, I won't put you into the mix
you owe me your life's all I know, your sister steps to me to fix
me up, last year I stabbed you up with my pen, do I want you dead
instead my youngin' james took that hit for you, dead so you could live
and now I'm a' collect kee-kee. her city's bricks can't save their pigs
the aftermath, hoffa' remains unfound, I could not spare them crips
now if we're on the same page, mind your business about my business
my m8therships taking me in as shipment, I shock the richters
and grow 'til I can barely fit in, one inch short of a misfit
the trump card's got my 1-800 direct line? wut's ya' wish then...
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brock, if you want to keep living, give brooklyn to me. that's it.
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bloods sacrificed [sunni nuff is enough]
..sunni nuff is my patients to peel lids off the tomato paste
gushing, the bloods hit, I'm a cold case, push me and your fate awaits
since 1998 when I scene the phillydone licence plate
on the two bloods driving on the strip, I countered 'em right away
the akis confused, never scene me though they seen me all this time
since 1971, 2.15, 11:45
all I wanna' know still's who murdered me, that's why the bloods spilling
I personally assume that black brothers inc.'s my known killers
since G.O.D. sealed the club harlem massacre in 7-2
bumpy johhnson born five days after as my cuz'n dennis, cool
he's who the D. is, G.O.D.'s all from the harlem streets, capisce
born in philly, so arguably new york verse philly's the beef
l8lita can salivate on my pecs, I'm hitting all the marks
empowering my reserected third leg to nail down her heart
the bloods sacrificed for my arrival time since 10.26
of 2018, the cov'i.d. assisted me, he dumped the bricks
on my conscience, the butchery was light work, who thought it might work
to jump protocol, fillies shoulda' bothered to know how I work...
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hip knowties
...oh, what a tangled web, and I know each thread, there's no fanagling
my pocket change, what's a fag' ex-president here to baggage-claim
the rockets claimed my life five decades ago, now what traffic jam's
out to impede my drive and get between my bread like cashier jams
now if I'm on the lo'lo', she cannot refuse to service me
I don't crack, lucy's not making it out the safe to purchase me
all philly's hoes rocking moschino's why b.i.g.'s r.i.p.
I'm the import until important as fillies own's all I be
the hip knowties swim synchronized, the sinking ship's their residence
english I kidnap when folding the whites, my close-knit impetus
to settle scores, leftovers don't register expiration dates
barcoded on left asscheeks, 'til spread asscheeks indentation gapes
and what I'm lincoln up with's to murder barack, since he's nimrod
my energy is mine to delegate, untracked by the sim cards
come '21 bridges what my deliverance brings quivering
lips, fidgeting since the u.s. remains trump'd, unforgiven simps
advocating for biden enemies more time, deadline's ZION
2021's the last checkpoint, bygones won't be let bygone
don't praise the trump card, nigga, praise me, I'm the won he relied on...
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new hope
...so there was a wedding, between israel my wife and I, sublime
I don't recall shit of it, but I know counterclock wise the time
I can't put my cuz'n D. on, the enemy loaned him his wife
to lobby for the eternal souls of our GOD, to show D. his life
is what I can't do now, whatever the con thought maneuvering
this cobweb of a scheme, I wiped my eyes of it, such foolishness
I'm 'a run through j8ckie j8rdan, roadkill on the track meet's the black
race, keep all your gasps in awe when I do what I have to for lack
of words, I communicate with the b8tches by gut-shifting 'em
any new hope's intricate intimacy between me and them
I show mercilessness, pulling back triggers with that synergy
guess what happened to me, same as the bloods sacrificed in my streets
fillies shoulda' known better, but oh well, the end result's the end
and fillies P emblem on my porch signifies root-to-stem
my point of origin, no outside ordnance can forge on vs
your deaths however unfortunate's payments for ignoring this...
Last edited by ChristO; 10-22-2020 at 09:50 PM.
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I found the eagle
...I found the eagle giving a speech, my name a hat on his head
in front of the lincoln not thinking I'd aim my gat on his head
that pussy ain't me, what's this I hear nimrod had a synagogue
scribble the talmud, my guess he's a damned fool, retard seminars
thought using him as a tool to speak could burn his melanin off
to save them, wasn't smart enough to finish my penmanship off
my hand left to write english left-to-right, arabic's right-to-left
jonah stuck on the whale's palate to rest, catalyst life-to-death
the u.s. to remain trump'd, he can swear on my bible again
same as obama's done, as my arrival comes, side arms my penn'
event 201 prime objective I force to accomidate
my mother eve, my m8ther mary smith and I will find the date
for the birth of my own nation to manifest and put to rest
the cov'i.d. attempts, what they call the great reset's them out of breath
ermias and I run the american football to-the-death
again, having strong enemies' a blessing's what I'm proud to rep'...
Last edited by ChristO; 10-24-2020 at 02:39 PM.
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