Sutr

[ChristO]

them nice niggas had me aiming deep
I was born in south philly where the pagans eat
philadelphia [brotherly love?] put me in the place to be
I know what the cain do for me, brain damage nothing new to me
now you KNOW shit is closing in
shit been adding up, is oldhead a soldier then
said he knew I was the return of Christ and shit
that was ’98, who prepared to fight for this
who demonized me to the umph degree? michael [archangel, the mic] did
ever since the lamb [israel] turned to the goat [lucipher], frightening
freedom allah said he knew yacub was in philly
I was like sure you right, we at war now for realty
and I dropped my shit on the building I was killed in
martin luther king jr. is sig’, and you’z wasn’t listening
I been swept under the rug [sutr], boxed in david’s web
being the born ultimatum, to raise the dead?
how is it heel heal me, if I’m a’ kill these/achilles niggas
shii, you feeling me now? I know what the deal is...

[BornPower]

them nice niggas had me aiming deep
I was born in south philly where the pagans eat
philadelphia [brotherly love?] put me in the place to be
I know what the cain do for me, brain damage nothing new to me
now you KNOW shit is closing in
shit been adding up, is oldhead a soldier then
said he knew I was the return of Christ and shit
that was ’98, who prepared to fight for this
who demonized me to the umph degree? michael [archangel, the mic] did
ever since the lamb [israel] turned to the goat [lucipher], frightening
freedom allah said he knew yacub was in philly
I was like sure you right, we at war now for realty
and I dropped my shit on the building I was killed in
martin luther king jr. is sig’, and you’z wasn’t listening
I been swept under the rug [sutr], boxed in david’s web
being the born ultimatum, to raise the dead?
how is it heel heal me, if I’m a’ kill these/achilles niggas
shii, you feeling me now? I know what the deal is...

their eyes visit,
wired pidgeons fired at the line of scrimmage
denied by peter three times in my village,
grimy pilgrims pray entire lifetimes for their lying children
u haven't heard me lately,
I've been dying to get into pearly gates with my eighth key
murdered by the serpent's turned face and unraked leaves,
burned and baked by degrees,
burgers in lakes of grease debate the weight of shaking trees
learn from what the bacon feeds and escape from alice's crazy dreams...

U killed it with that verse, sun! let em peep the shine directly and eat death's screams...
it's sad that so many will look but not comment.

[ChristO]

....yeah, 'cause they scared [or in awe]. stay up my brethren...alice crazy dreams, on-point. morpheus said to nio follow the rabbit. bugs bunny said it best: "poor nimrod". they got a choice [nio or nimrod]. next verse coming...

[ChristO]

...I’m straight outta’ south philly, t.o.n.y. christ’ still up in the building
raised here since being killed up in the sixties
m.c.’s best bet is to listen hard
so, she in logan now? I’m a lo gun now, solo artist
seven wiped out when I put the squeeze to ‘em
navy seal shit, gills is how we breathe through it
I’m from the breeze laughing at beans, seen through him
in-house better stay in the house, bing’ you bitch
the bing can’t hustle or muscle me holmes
listen...I’m Wu, man, from the Key [Ki] stone
niggas crippled to me, the sirens going off
the first party [me, myself, I] blowing gunpowder in they cloth
I’m not a blues brother, I got a few ovens
to cyz’em up, that’s my li’l brother, twin buggin’
to bring it back to black, brothers incorporating
exchange bullets with anybody caught trading...
...I’m here for one story only...
...this city two to three stories high from the floor, and...
...still wilder than the projects, gotta’ get the truth out, huh
well, here it is, shoot now, what...

...yah'mean, how the story goes, The Father said, all you gotta' do is "C" me...

[ChristO]

...my main man wanna’ exile me, shii, but I’m caught-up
you know about the beys, I came up with ‘em, warred-up
know about the strange shit, can’t be explained, shit
I am real life, this is not to entertain you’z
m.c.’s not fuckin’ with me, put the money up
nobody getting through to me, shii, dummy-up
when you see what I been through, I ain’t s’posed to breathe?
look, I ain’t supposed to live? I ain’t supposed to see?
been upstairs, but down here, ‘cause y’all ain’t controlling me
think I’m supposed to be scared of y’all like woe is me?
a damn shame pagans worship my fighting skills
my own chosen people chose me to die for real...

..ay, phileo got ten more months to get me out the rut. shit not lookin' good for 'em at all...

[ChristO]

G.’s now in new jersey, D.’s now in california
I’m [O, a tone] still in philadelphia [pa the ki stone], putting the warm-up on ‘em
the math done, I only want the ransom
bey watch, I am the Sun, the women tanned some
I got shake’s sphere, he riding with me, I’m writing it out
bible belt to my [God’s] children’s asses who have any doubts
9-3 to 2012, look at the quatrain
of that bitch michele nostradamus, to see what I mean
I been good with the wu-tang since being born 544b.c?
to ’99 [a.d.], the number on my truck [99544], still on my grind
the whether been perfect nowadays...I’m receiving the kia’s
to a lexis, and I believe I’ll sutr needs
bloods rushing to my dick outta’ the fear of God for real
shiii, I’m for real, don’t know what was on s.p.’s mind, I’m real
I never dosed off, niggas, when I’m upstairs again
I dare you’z to say I’m just mental, hot-air to phlegm...

[ChristO]

...where I’m a’ bust jizz? sophisticated ladies?
naw, early birds catching this worm, I’ll drive ‘em crazy
my drill upsy-daisy up in they throats and waistes
tone [me] to earth, and my connect’s in the oasis
the diamond in the rough, thinking if our eyes/I’s met up
coming up in s.p., thinking ‘bout the odds set-up
soon as I gave ‘em the lessons, my squad ostricized
me? shiii, about this time I [t.o.n.y.] wasn’t born to die
the bloods gonna’ dry up eventually though [scabs], the enemy though?
my own self, ‘cause twin I’m twin, you getting me, bro?
God’s mercy is nothing to take for granted
and I’m a hurt piece on my own, I’ll take your land quick...

[ChristO]

I heard killa priest [I.C. clearly], and I shook the brother’s hand
and if you heard it from me, I shook up the motherland
channel 48, lost tribe of babylon
seen they was put on, copesetic, I carried on
how is it heel heal me, it’s intricate
he’ll hell, heel heal, shit’s indefinite
only the Sun/Son can distinguish and extinguish
I got kis to an sl 460 ignition
I am the time like a group out of minnesota
I seen the sign saying “slow down” like “nigga, hold up”
my dick told me I was the r.o.c.
why you think I’m a’ slow down, so I can rot?
the wu men/the women been raising me, allah/all of this time
since before I cliqued with the eous, I’m not at all hard to find
how islam measured up, and the mathematics
synced in how I was born 2.15 on that shit...

[ChristO]

...yeah, funny thing, channel 48's where we [philly] used to see the whole Kung-Fu Theatre shit ay' Saturday. I just thought about that shit. anyway...

[ChristO]

...the virgin mary gave me the city, I see that they desperate now
about the dollar signs, they thinking caps desolate now
...quaker oats sold sugar puffs in 2006...
I threw some off...but Sug’&Puff’s treaty ain’t worth shit
why I’m in philly’s city hall now, about to take the nation
crew [1000] benched me? now I’m a juror, up on some civil case shit
I can talk freely about it, because my um, she gave me
everything I could ever ask for in a lady
I noticed that, shit ain’t even happen yet, no holding back
when the purple [power] flow thru me, reds&blues folding back
s.u.t.r. culture, I got knowledge of self to shoot the vultures
and make it some kind of american way to sue they culture
taken from me? so don’t take it from me, I advise y’all
I kills cereal, sug’&puff’s boxed-in some cardboard...

[ChristO]

...now, juno wut time it is? I works through people
judo ‘gainst the might of men, I hurt & bruise egos...

[ChristO]

...I identified them folks...
...they necklines ‘bout to identify with rope
my identity christis not an identity crisis
the devil best stop fuckin’ with my disciple
look close how jacub wrestling ‘gainst archangel gabriel
knife to the hollow of his [luci to lucy] thigh, I ain’t playing fair
the blood game? look, blood, I want The Game
and infidelphia in philadelphia get set aflame
I’m a’ call out names any day, look anyways
all of ‘em tradors/traitor bloodclot pussies, grave mistakes
know The Father thru The Sun now, I’m man’s sun
closing on the throat of manson
I told that nigga this is my shit, crippled-ass simple-ass
in ’97, I was mental and schizzin’ bad
still kept me a gig, strayed from the head shrinks
popped perphenazine once or twice, had me dead sleep...
...ay look, this month to the first month of the next year
I, man’s sun [isa], shaking manson [esau] down, this is MY shit...
...my rules...first-off, the black man being the establishment?
means he’s the plantation...charlie m., I’ll waste you’z
my money best be on my books by the day’s end...

[ChristO]

...my main man wanna’ exile me, shii, but I’m caught-up
you know about the beys, I came up with ‘em, warred-up
know about the strange shit, can’t be explained, shit
I am real life, this is not to entertain you’z
m.c.’s not fuckin’ with me, put the money up
nobody getting through to me, shii, dummy-up
when you see what I been through, I ain’t s’posed to breathe?
look, I ain’t supposed to live? I ain’t supposed to see?
been upstairs, but down here, ‘cause y’all ain’t controlling me
think I’m supposed to be scared of y’all like woe is me?
a damn shame pagans worship my fighting skills
my own chosen people chose me to die for real...

..ay, phileo got ten more months to get me out the rut. shit not lookin' good for 'em at all...

ay yo, Espionage is my nigga. bul pulled a prank on me, had me tripping. it's cool, I'm glad it was a prank. I had it covered though. 'cause I know what the business is about. and k.o.s./chaos, is with me...so, I'll break down how the business goes...

[ChristO]

...since 2.15 I been born back at Galilee,
high scientist who fought catholic magistrates
Reaching Christ Again was the WU, back in ‘93
bust the black chamber open, TRUTH now where power be
how the in-formation drops in my hands? pores breathe
angels & demons? saw that, they never saw me
t.hanks, but there’s no confusin’ the shit that I’m on
E.D.O.M. risen up? naw, manson [esau] ain’t the Sun [isa]
suspect John The Baptist, redrum’d shit up?
6.69 I’m baptized in blood, said enough?
galilee’s 2.15, and I returned to it
gods followed my trail, set up power hill thru me...
...phileo, I said S.P. [simon peter] is you even my friend
that pussy screamed “phuck philly!” so, it’s on ‘til the end
I want manhattan now, it’s all thru the pen
how I write the shit out, upchurch [adam/adolf] still in the pen
the panty lines was the borderlines, groupies is dead
best to give up the connects...who want proof I [God The Father Allah] ain’t dead?

[ChristO]

Tone rules ay’thing around you’z, T.R.A.A.Y.
give tithes to me, pass the collection plate
jealous one envying, man, jose okay
where I’m from the corral’s okay [S.P.]
the gods followed my trail to power hill
2.15 born like I was never killed
’69 redrum, shot up man’s Sun
john the baptist was put in handcuffs
I was baptized in a pool of blood
elevator went down to the 23rd/24th floor
actually, st. agnes delivered me
sent to b. block with adolf hitler, and
started realizing the bul was adam
‘cause the jews was sleeping like you do on sabbath
my views is deeper than the first titanic cruise
school’s in session like it was at landriff, yo...
...[yo, they don’t want it, they want a truce/trues, for real]...
...[church vol. IX]