Sutr

[ChristO]

yeah, I'm giving up too much work, still grind on this chewed up turf
no word of this intel' s worth, no sign if this intel's heard
I'm cool, I still breathed before I thought of reaching to y'all
to build, but they iced me nyc'ly
to they liking I was rocked precisely
nothin' more to spit, whole story told from say when to that's it...

[SHRAP]

Dope shit man.

[ChristO]

...back from the cover-up, who guzzled the sucka' punch
11.6 covered 9.11...buckle up
yeah, I'm over the head, not a halo, move slow and ya' dead
skin that acid and lye [soap] easily shed...

yeah, correction, I was thinkin' acid and lye was soap, but naw, I meant lard and lye for soap. yeah, 'cause my boy big demy had made soap outta' lye and lard. that lyric can still work though..
..yeah, all upliftin' comments is 'preciated..

[JahroamDaGod]

peace god

[ChristO]

...peace god, it's deep god...the codes in my speech
should be the code of the streets god......11.15 gods
showed up to c. me, pointed out o.d. bastid'
when a negro was bodied over wu'-tang dancin'
I repeat myself, sure, because none took advantage
of that except method, with his Yah'Mean anthem...
and phila. pa let it pass over they cabbage [head]
not scratching they temples for a second to ask shit
like "wut the fuk" once they jumped the bandwagon
with our slang in they mouths like they always had it
now, it ain't about nuthin', 'cause we keep on living
and delivering, me and my twin swing the pendelum...

[ChristO]

sutr [swept under the rug]...sooner or later, the rug's lifted
the dust sniffed and...now you'z see more of the rough image
grew up in it, took a trip thru north's devastated corpse
of a' urban safari, became educated more
still a south phila. rep', any rest you get's on a vent
unless you was put to bed by a sig or a tech
'cause to live in this mess can get you wisdom with stress
be about to trip on a guest, luggage fitting a guest
where you at you can guess about but at ya' own risk
but ever since 9.11.01, watch the wrist
'cause the time on it is borrowed, end of days, starts tomorrow
I'm just a job applicant, said my raise starts tomorrow..

[ChristO]

....in regards to the christ bearer's incident,
if it was on 4.16.14...4.16.07, I seen some suggestions
on the bus I was boarding on my way from my breakfast
between johnson homes and norris, somewhere in north philly
to johnson and norris halls, va. tech someone killin'
about twelve and himself, when I crossed out a message
on my bus, I was schizzin'? maybe, I felt linked in
meanwhile this outside party from nyc scribblin'
shit on my bus like assholes, I would shit-stain 'em
"mind control, believe it not", but believe it or not
i'm a blood stain left at a' east harlem spot
it ain't occur to me 'til 4.23.05
luciano know, that shit ain't sweet at 215
but wutever tho', wherever the north star takin' you
the w8men should make they way to me for the sake a' you'z/u.s.
I ain't riffin', but I heard a closed mouth don't eat
I got more codes over beats for any code of the streets...

[ChristO]

correction, the perp at va. tech killed 32 and himself, not twelve, making the body count 33 on the morning of 4.16.07.

[ChristO]

...ay, ironic, black thought and beanie was rhyme partners
sparring bars at my nig’ don’s house often
23rd and mckean, his li’l youngins
being in the streets of s.p. was rough and
the pride was built from the legacy, being survivors
of bodied family and friends, up in this parlor
the ice, the cream was all part of the melodrama
and 2-4 is the origin where we was all from
how columbia records ever picked up on it
had my uncle talking crazy ‘bout a necktie’s coming
taylor made, but I’m a’ say I’m a’ check on suh’m
them skull and bones I’m a’ have broken up and crumblin’
the home of the philadelphia experiment
tiles in the city streets saying ressurect the dead
on 2-4, symbol of planet jupiter
got martin luther king jr. shootin’ niggas up
got adolf hitler just getting outta’ prison
and lucky luciano on some jbm shit
and marcus garvey passed away again, couldn’t hold him
my cousin ellsworth bumpy johnson? yo, I tole’ ‘em
I schizzed out in ’96, that’s ’69 flipped
and ’69 is when 13X was shot to death
whether you believe or not who I am, it doesn’t matter
The Father The Sun’s born again ’71, scattered
2.71 I was born, 5.71 gods sought me out
founded power hill, made my knowledge real...
...everyone of us ressurected was 2-4 representatives
this is no lie, stranger than fiction is...
...phila. body bag, pa! to the death with this...
...now you knowing why they hardly ever mentioned us...

correction, that is 23rd and morris, not 23rd and mckean..