Skyscraperz

[ChristO]

...christ/body building, against those cock blocking children
barack lobbied through chi’land project barrack buildings
the illa’ noise, where a corpse of mine once practiced law
it’s real isreal, what’s all the gasping for
yeah, I got a skeleton crew, ask what for
christ passion raw, wwf action y’all
smashing all, harrassing with the bolt action ‘cause
static builds as it rains on brains stuck on graphic porn
I’m in stiff competition with pills and synthetic shit
ever since I wanted to be what I was, WU, since a kid
an awakening process, taking about more-or-less
three to four decades of mere strength enduring stress
if twin [jacub] want to underscore unsavory things about me?
you sure about that, my nigga? ‘cause lately the war surrounds me
no doubt as to whom I [abel, the link] support for president
215B.C., Body of Christ is evident...[11th hour productions, lol]...
[...m.c. cain can suck a dizzickkk...too real, for real...]

[ChristO]

...P P P...ay, look, here I am, where I’ve been, don’t even ask
where I been, as if I was never here to begin with
esau/isa, containing all red, booking the bloods of abel
throughout the country, you not me, you not kin
the game delivered to me, you got me confused with
a lie, naw, I’m Allah...did you opt to lose
shit, we winners in the 5th in the 5th...
...can’t laugh at this Point Breeze nigga, get my drift...lol...

[ChristO]

...this some exclusive ish. here go, how the buildings going so far...

in the wtc, I done found a home
philly streets fading fast, am I not alone
my brother joseph, caught him in the 15 surface car [actually naw, the 10 trolley]
angel dust all up in the bul,
talking ‘bout "wu-tang...routine"...?! all them jauns doing
the wu-tang, mu’min brothers all into when
I drop academics on ‘em
edom [red] is risen up against israel [invisible], nigga listen up
first zoo? [I'm] Sun Tzu/Zoo...how do you do
napolean’s baby pin, I’m ‘bout to just shoot
‘til it’s no motion...now ay’thing slow motion,
but real quick to change y’all clothes up, when I close-in
’74 I said it before
what the-fuck you not getting me for, I don’t sweat that you lost
...you just better breathe out real carefully
a philly nigga, yeah, it’s me
wtc still building
skeleton crew, s.p. 1900 niggas
hunting niggas all day who ain’t paying up the rent money
it’s ether, nigga, choose, I’m a’ be the nigga
ant christ, tony christ, don’t matter to me any
it’s my 5 dollar bills, nigga and my pennies
now, who-the-fuck john wilkes-booth?
we can settle this, guns drawn, pussy shoot now
I be the real truth now
the mm [...] show you the trues sound
this for the last straw when mantua hall
wasn’t here anymore, but u.s. sure you want a war
you might fool most of these negroes but not me
I’m a’ tell you straight-up you won’t like me...Gangis Khan
[twin] round up your mob, nigga
since 4, war non-stop on my mind, nigga...
...hush bitches, they only know it’s real if you tell ‘em
I’d rather keep food up in my belly... yah’mean...

...for my brother joseph, who I seen strung out on that dust, since they tore down his projects [mantua hall]...ay, I know a burial when I see it. stay up. to my wu men, my women is how I'm reached, straight talk. and one...

[BornPower]

under lighless full moons bulls shoot thunder and lightning
eagle eyes strike with the tools I write with
five percent of Titans spit righteousness,
pit fighters that script fire with razor edges
cranium 'ledges that slay peasants and levitate pages as David Blaine's evil resident
the heathen's precedent,
my bared teeth represent weeping widows, teens, and kinfolk killed slow,
still photos and children's ghosts spit by gripped toast
this is a sinner's roast of a minister's robes,
suspense-filled posts grilled by children of gold
pimps get chose but lyricists are persistent with scrolls
silent hills composed,
hitmen for hire controlled by lines
souls and signs shown by broken domes and spines,
wu-overlords of rhyme choose their movements in notebooks and boards of mind
marshall forces of might against octopi-blooded fives,
mustard gas rises, blackening the eyes of blind assassins

[ChristO]

...yeah, so it was ever since luciano tried to play the bul
with 30 nickels spare change, I got away from bull
the women moved slow, so I declared a war
3 years, 6 months, '71 to '74
it goes way back since before adam was born
my nigga woody in prison now, the shit been on
the bloody 5s don't realize the swastika's
four sevens deep, heaven keeps the stars lit up
celebrities need to be more cautious of
me and the company I keep be moore of 'em
ain't even seen my killers' logos
I'm 5%, 5.00, and Solo...

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

nice joints Christo, keep up dope work

[BornPower]

the women moved slow, so I declared a war
3 years, 6 months, '71 to '74

the bloody 5s don't realize the swastika's
four sevens deep, heaven keeps the stars lit up

ain't even seen my killers' logos
I'm 5%, 5.00, and Solo...

thatz wzup right there god. i gave them ppl six months and three years in a jumpsuit. not a good look.

we gonna keep diggin the giantz graves

[ChristO]

...the truth...
...the meek shall inherit the earth,
no run-of-the-mills shit, 'cause the weak gettin' buried in earth
...abel's chance to create a bloodline was cut short by cain...
...so, bloods running on empty here...the angels need to give up the scouts...
...the angels need to hand the mic [michael/cain] to me [the gift of gab] to bury/slaughter...
...also, since the tresspass, the game is mine, so...
...anyway, quiet-as-kept, school being set-up in the skyscrapa' building...
..stay up...

[ChristO]

nice joints Christo, keep up dope work

always appreciate the recognition given...and one...

[BornPower]

"you must leave here...we have come to punish you, ungrateful rebel...leave and never return..."

watch guns project,
plotting suns set upon a god's steps
lettuce falls in shreds
my weapon is the medicine,
inject inkblots and it spreads
hot lead pops,
my connections starts sharpenin itself against an arsenal of pens,
enter the pendulum's pit,
CHIolin literature spit against regiments of IL intent
committed to business-like shipments of lies,
how can representatives advise presidents when their residents' lives are crimes?
look behind the lines, techniques and rhymes
death is as real as life,
the question is,
will u help build or spread confusion?
the rebel student checkin his tutors...

"you dare question us, peasant? we are the lords...show respect!"

I respect the face of truth,
checkmate, fools
this same blade was used to slay in the name of wu-tang
that cruel pain crippling mental computations,
the gods reign, yall the pagans
hog havens of false contracts and statements,
foggy embankments laced with the most charming of snakes,
foxy fakes hidin napalms for jakes,
shake frauds and suffocate frogs in their own ponds for hatin,
then I'm gone with no traces,
lost, taunting ghosts for ages
a post player scoring in the most important game...

--and so the exile leaves his homeland, headed east. Rise sun of Mecca, arise...

[ChristO]

...yah'mean, is the angels listening, 'cause how the angles imprison men
...now I'm breaking out of the trap to wake up still in my skin
born 1971 in power hill, the maka section [s.p.]
how the Gods followed me here and established the God's percentage
the same year was it, it became clear wasn't shit that u.s. could do
adam turned out? became adolf? wasn't shit that jews could do
who original, so I wasn't about being second place
'cause I can't eat, and it wasn't nyc/nicaea to bear a second face
against philadelphia politics and how its wildlife can get
man, you looking for me, but until now would never acknowledge this
look, what it made me ain't for the sake of a patriot
it's just the way I ain't letting the devil get away with shit
I'm sick, still the alpha-omega male in this social setting
any woman's resistance to me been getting more lessened
man, 'cause as I breathe in-and-out lessons, the air's defenses
leading me straight to the prince, yacub, to shred him senseless
I want my money on my books, the basic business
if you sweat, you secrete, don't matter if it ain't shit mentioned...
...I'm not second to you'z...you got not a second to lose...[lol]...

[ChristO]

who stuck between the yah’mean [ZIS] and the nah’mean [ZIZ]
who trunk got the bodies, who block got the parties
yeah, G. think he putting me onto the smorgasbord
we’ll have tons of fun over there, I been knew what’s going on
they was yelling our guns is not real and shit of that nature
look, my gun’s getting ate by the lips of that pageant
jersey drive, better know I’m God Father Allah
I got the bricks, no ese writ’ in on what I saw
how joab masterminded the conquest of jerusalem
under my jurisdiction...listen, I’ll get through to ‘em
p.r. chicks with the gob of spit be on my dick
I’m a.c., be in a.c., still on my shit
“con” fusion coming in from ether side of them devils
confusing mafia regiments, possibly negligent
to any fact concerning the eternal debt to me
shii, I [God] ain’t the one in-hiding, your women should get with me...
...40 days & 40 nights almost complete...I got 2 more nights left in this wilderness, before the fulfillment and return of my inheretence to me is evident...the deceiver has been warned...

[MaXiMus Da MaNtis]

The Paint Brush Moves (Actaul Song)

Picture This A Young Man Laying Of The Floor

Life Flashes Drugs Spanned Dust Sprayin Like Galour
Bloody Muddy Lips Puffy Little Kids Pokin Wit Sticks
Like He's Ugly Now I Noticed This
His Hands Holdin Something
A Bag Of Chips Filled Wit Rocks N Grips
They Got His Shit But Must Of Missed This
His Wallet Layed Open
Family Pic Wit X's On The Face Showin
I Hear A Gasp A Laugh Than A Panic Attack
The Kid Layin On The Floor Wasnt Fully Wacked
A Murder Act Gone Wrong Revenge In The Picture
I Flee Scene Like Im Set In This Scripture
The Art Of Life Son A Scene Depicted
Bloody Trife Still Paints The Streets Is Shifted
Now We All Hold Hand Hands Listen To The Jam
Many Mind Compress Than Expand
But Never Stable Man Did We Loose You
The Bloody Ape Will Detonate On You Poodles
Than Chew You It Better Registrate Or Levetate
Or Bullets Go Threw You I Dedicate My Present State
To All You Putos Who Choose To Educate And Sedadate
My Mind Is A Satalight That Meditates And Elevates
You Better Set It Straight Or Your Art Piece Will Never Finish Its Paint



Chorus


This Is Life The Paint Brush Moves
Pictures Shift But The Sight Stays True
It Can Be A Master Piece Or Travesty
Weather Truth Dun Or Its Fallicy
This Is Life The Paint Brush Moves
Stays Steady The Sight Stay True
This Is Life The Paint Brush Moves
Stays Steady The Sight Stay True

[BornPower]

where did u get this piece, Mantis?

[MaXiMus Da MaNtis]

yo its mines......songs not done