Sutr

[ChristO]

...about 2am, the streets blew up ‘bout the grave of slaves?
the skyline movie ‘bout the days they was afraid would braise
they skin up, my kin up? major waves, save the praise
because I ain’t finished yet...who murdered me? grave mistake
I’m sutr’d up, the truth is up to the wu men, how
the w8men bow and receive me into ‘em, porno styled
the demon in particular I’m ‘bout to have doused and drowned
I’m gods’ sun, so now, this gabriel, word of mouth
the method in danger now, if my method is traced somehow
- stencil shit.
no copyright, my shit is still safe somehow
where the bodies at is in the safe, so, jerusalem
in regards to phila. pa? don’t confuse us with
some euphoric shit, it’s more horrific since you ain’t listening
give me manhattan, the bul cain, since you can’t get with him
2nd and market streets blown to pieces, who’s signaling?
this is just a moment, ’11 o’clock’s a short distance then
I was saying I trump ole’ dirt since I take precedence
I’m here in-the-flesh, and meth’ picked up on the evidence
letting ignorance tho’ define his motive, so, know this
since the “yah’mean” I’ll take it out ya’ ass wut you owe us...
...yo, I’m cummin [the seed]...

[ChristO]

"...2nd and market streets blown to pieces..."

...approx. 2am, 11.15.10...naw, I think the news got it twisted. I seen 'em working on 7th and market sts., where I be taking the bus at, not 2nd and market. 2nd & market looked untouched. 7th and market tho? manholes missing, peco blocking the bus stop off...
...well, anyway, c. me at '11 then...

[ChristO]

yeh, if u caught checkin' this out
and ain't caught what the message about
and wasn't taught what percentages 'bout,
or think this ain't evolved from a' elevator
walls where some blood and guts was shot out to stain 'em...
...I'm just trying a' get myself together
we in the '11th hour? yeh, whatever's clever...
what I'm seeing, trying a' convey it to ya'...
...too many say it threw 'em...
...well, what you think it been doing to me? I was thrown into a
- world that defies ay'thing that defines me
so, when I look for my killers, how they survived me?
yeh, right, who too scared to recognize me?
without infiltratin', how gods gon' find me?
The Father The Sun, who can decypher codes
I water it down plain, still n$ggas minds is froze
like sunday, blue laws, n!ggas minds is closed
dimes ain't get to me, and a dollar can't buy a ho
so, my value depreciated, ay'thing I know
the k.o.s., knowledge of self, feel like serpico
no snitch, just no back-up, by myself, allone
walkin', the horizon showing no terrain to roam...

[BornPower]

yeh, if u caught checkin' this out
and ain't caught what the message about
and wasn't taught what percentages 'bout,
or think this ain't evolved from a' elevator
walls where some blood and guts was shot out to stain 'em...
...I'm just trying a' get myself together
we in the '11th hour? yeh, whatever's clever...
what I'm seeing, trying a' convey it to ya'...
...too many say it threw 'em...
...well, what you think it been doing to me? I was thrown into a
- world that defies ay'thing that defines me
so, when I look for my killers, how they survived me?
yeh, right, who too scared to recognize me?
without infiltratin', how gods gon' find me?
The Father The Sun, who can decypher codes
I water it down plain, still n$ggas minds is froze
like sunday, blue laws, n!ggas minds is closed
dimes ain't get to me, and a dollar can't buy a ho
so, my value depreciated, ay'thing I know
the k.o.s., knowledge of self, feel like serpico
no snitch, just no back-up, by myself, allone
walkin', the horizon showing no terrain to roam...

on these plains of stone we raise men from graves and bones,
taken by grains of snow,
we remain as the foundation of soul
betrayed by chaos and gold they seek to play us and make us fold,
gods are trained for goals and we break molds b4 breakfast is cold
there is no respect and no control, how are WE terrorists of the globe?
hidden weapons explode when slimmest corrections are shown....

[ChristO]

...right, man, luciano told me I will be
the founder of this organization...
...my will be what I will sh!t to be, we met up at pos. FX
west phil, call it medina, s.p. vets on the set
was '97-'98, had me on mental missions
came back, bruvas in the streets twisted, tied-up & missing
well, we was just working the niche to get in the business
mlk jr. thrown into videodrome conniptions...
...the bag a' beans, to the beans' talk, heard him talkin' shit
didn't know I was the man to see, pt. breeze resident
like, who the-f*k you laughin' at, tryin' that tricknowledge
to pigeonhole suh'm, that pigeon's stool, mouth's a colin
pardon, I'm rantin', but I damn sure ain't a' exit ramp
when, dude was on-route, ain't pay homage, so that's his ass then
neva'mind j-z when he ain't j-zuz, and I'm Jehovah
born in your neck-of-the-woods, I'm r.o.c., the game is over
all this shit I been comin' up wit', been summoned up quick
still phila. slept on my summer solstace
I'm on the up-and-up with revelations, '06 o'clock
luci' tried to change the language up, so bul is chopped
ex-communicated, and if those witches ain't with
giving birth to me, most certainly they ain't escapin'
my drill...

[ChristO]

...they came looking for me, like they know who I am
double-u on the t.v. I’m schizzin’ again?
how real is it? they know bizcarro and demy
gods gotta’ find me...wu made it to philly
talent shows late ‘80s, ‘nard would let me know
bugging me out, batttling ghosts and ether
trying a’ be ‘bout my own identity, but can it be that...
..[this some real shit right here...stick with me, don’t let me fall]...
...born in s.p to infiltrate black mafia
the noi here was hiding ‘em
mosque number 12, here I is...where my killers?
I’m such a dick, I’m pissed
rose from the dead...thank nate and alicia
anybody don’t know me, I ain’t teaching ‘em
s.p. is the chief witnesses, they seen me coming up
you see me, say suh’m, don’t act funny none
you know how you do...now the people scattering
and the kids ignorant, so I gots to massacre ‘em...
on my word allone, a bachelor with...
...the wu men pushing me out from the abdomen
of the beast, I was sworn in some lifetimes ago
water bearer, is the right time to flow now
...is what I decided
‘11th hour [is] 2011...gab’ got ya’ eyelids open, so do not sleep walk...
The Word cummin in-the-flesh, this ain't cheap talk...

[ChristO]

on these plains of stone we raise men from graves and bones,
taken by grains of snow,
we remain as the foundation of soul
betrayed by chaos and gold they seek to play us and make us fold,
gods are trained for goals and we break molds b4 breakfast is cold
there is no respect and no control, how are WE terrorists of the globe?
hidden weapons explode when slimmest corrections are shown....

...exactly. we all one...

[ChristO]

...man, I take it back to '99-2000 a.d., was crazy
now where that gob a' spit at from a.c.
seen him in wawa, pissed off thinking a' hades
I'm a ghost, drifted thru a set-up, bricks was dead weight, joab graved these
I ain't playing, shit was mind bogglin'
talked to twin on the phone, they fates was all karma...
now I'm seeing 'bout the bloods seepin' thru the cracks
told cesar I'm a' deal with it like the facts, track the map
where the ship for the phila. experiment was built
trample my investment, leave outsidus kilt, lift they kilts...

[ChristO]

...just visited my brother adolf, was adam
did football numbers in prison, now back out
...my d.o.d. 42 years and counting
need c.o.d. upon my release, pressure mountin'
twin jacub back in touch with me since last week
about my books he asked me, need some draft sheets
told him don't set off the trip wire...last weekend they poured it out
a dozen shot up, dead bodies north to south
can't talk directly to me, need a secretary
to holla' at me, take the dicktation, and be on her merry
vesey tho' ain't ready though for that many o's
I needed a chick with me from days on spaghetti o's
I need u to get with me about the bricks in the floor
how you gon' push the product, the storyline's in chalk
...and I ain't dead yet, tho' I was shot to he'll
went down in a' elevator, to where the devil dwells
m. night was on-the-money with that, funny, no laugh
I'm gods' sun though, no dummy know that...

[ChristO]

...the morning star, star in the morning, atheist
I know how he made his way to philly pa with his
philosophies, shiii, the cover-up that won’t come up
‘cause lucifer lives inside a grunt, his code shut up [omerta]
’06 tried to exist thru me, yours truly
dropped in 6 of ’69, my mind’s thoughts screwy
the chamber was 3-6’s, r.c.a.’s mind control [since 1919?]
until gods showed up, they was in shock, lost control
got it back with the contracts, not at a loss for souls
so I broke it down, r.eturn of c.hrist a.gain, on a roll
life as a gamble, and kenny owe my pop for notes
I’m trying to avoid the chip, but so many eyes have dozed
I ain’t gon’ lie, my name broke down ‘96
to ant christ, so who put me here, ‘cause this trial is fixed
trying to have me doubt who I am or what this about
I couldn’t give a flyin’ shit, my ass still on this ground
I would put a jersey on, but they dunno the half of it
joab the culprit, philapa buried halves of ‘em...
...nowadays, n!ggas got cartoon faces
soft as baby waste, it’s a crying shame truth faded
...yeh, but I’m still here, you’z choose not to hear me
cryin’ game-asses, 6s on the face a’ weaklin’s
I looks ‘em in the grill, they look away, these ain’t angels
best bet shoulda’ dealt with the culture that pertain to you...

[ChristO]

...yeh, luci, they know we’re enemies as it is written
false peace here ain’t ever gon’ be the premise
you betta’ maintain ya’ distance and send the b8tches
that piece the only peace I’ll accept, that’s the business
how did copulation get classified as sex shit
who got the population obsessed with three sixes
you know you the profit muhammad, have you sensed it
when gabriel was on ya’ ass, came to ya’ senses
I’m not playin’ with your world, that’s my words’ the sword
I’ll have patients to come up to you...you been warned
the goat hide in the five [star] ‘cause you was the mother
wanting vengeance for what you wanted [my (God) seat]
now think the witches gon’ protect you, they thrown swift in a ditch too
wonderin’ how I’m no homo and would kill a bitch crew
if that’s a wavecap, over ya’ head, still you got
the radio airwaves thrown to ya’ head
I ain’t explaining, I’m just decimating
‘til only my shit is resonating,
you won’t find your own way in...the gate, I’m back at galilee [2.15]
phila.pa can remain a shooting gallery ‘til they ask for me...

[ChristO]

shiii, who know this is for real...con do...yo, contracts being written out...

[BornPower]

...yeh, luci, they know we’re enemies as it is written
false peace here ain’t ever gon’ be the premise
you betta’ maintain ya’ distance and send the b8tches
that piece the only peace I’ll accept, that’s the business
how did copulation get classified as sex shit
who got the population obsessed with three sixes
you know you the profit muhammad, have you sensed it
when gabriel was on ya’ ass, came to ya’ senses

you won’t find your own way in...the gate, I’m back at galilee [2.15]
phila.pa can remain a shooting gallery ‘til they ask for me...

peace is an illusion for the sleeping foolish,
knee-deep in pools of confusion,
timberland leaks are the fuel for my fueds and pollution
keep clues in seclusion,
their secret views are the keys to beats and their conclusions...

keep buildin Godly, I'm in the buildin lobby gettin ready to chop prophecies and raw beats...

[ChristO]

...just doin' a li'l math...
...11.11 is actually 9.11., november meaning the ninth month, right...
...yeah, the calendar's ahead of me
the challenge of masses catching on will never be
whatever melody dummied us up, selling spree
you telling me, I’m still just tryin’ a collect a fee
eleventh hour, is the heavens ours?
heaven’s under my feet, if it’s over china
africa’s overseas west of new jerusalem
when I’m on the beach or boardwalk, look for clues of ‘em
over the waves, who says we no longer slaves
gang war, oldheads saying those were the days
I don’t know how many followed me to where I’m at
at galilee...gods sought my trail thru aromatics
ether, '71 born, the show and the prove's on
the high scientist shown as GOD in His true form
I'm tryin' a' fit in the womb with a shoe horn
shell stop frontin' when I'm gushin' the crude on her...

[ChristO]

...I put my shit out amongst jokers, yeah, hopeless
can’t say though I wasn’t here or ain’t do what I’m s’posed to
don’t look back, go forward, walk the plank, n$ggas
you want it simple? suck a dill pickle, skank b!+83$
man, who wanna’ ’86 me, when in ’98 see,
con was going to ny to highjack who ain’t see
if I couldn’t count on wtc to see me
I’d leave ‘em where I found ‘em, ground zero, easy
if it’s about star wars, vador, luc’ is q33ny
holmes, don’t ask me to decipher sh#t, I’m parapalegic
since gettin’ shot to hell...you get what you meant to get
I’ll ride that ass ‘til the very end, or ‘til you submit
the definition of stress, another rendition a’ death
I was blindsided, n#99a, as you prah’ly can tell
be a hindsightin’ n!66a on his very last breath
but The Father knew they was coming for his life, yep
d.o.d. the 13th, a Friday, 6 of ‘69
if that don’t spell where I’m at now, how that sound
yo, wut the-fuk you talkin’ ‘bout, fuk is a shingle-skin?
I’m the only sun, a single kin, you thinkin’ dim
where I’m from offered no explanation, shit was grim
only time you got is to think again, and I ain’t them
who gon’ ask to be believed in, and anything
I present better believe you gon’ deal with it
I ain’t gettin’ benched, put in a casket, nor a psychiatric
facility for who doubt my ability...