weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
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A ghost, I roam unlighted
most are so-so or uninspired
I'm tired
unplug my wires and tie my mic up
there's nothin in your shiny house I might want
I didn't come to fight Trump
my mind huntz
the righteous, right-handed atom standin front
can all the tough talk
you just a punk, walk
a stuck pawn, stalled
bawlin to mama Half causin drama, stop
business columns exhibit black hawk's talon's in em
stocks drip digits when I get involved wicked
venomous business clause/claws stopped in digital
believe it or not, it's harder to chop this into smaller particles
forget it, I'm slim remember?
consider the earlier script desmembered...
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
ooohh...a smooth wet cement flow
have artifacts choosing vents to rest on
I trumped donald trump 'cause he pressed his steps on
my property? 215 and that's all
it need to be, is a hit on a 730 nigga...me
introduce 'em to nikki scarf' era, leave 'em tarred, feathered
dig even deeper, even if a chinese entity
have me exposed as the sun or the 13th sentry
my brethren, keep at it, building until madness
realized as it had its moments to seal havoc
a true pugilist, the futile attempts to break through a glitch
wasn't worth the risk for them to resist the truth
in its own manner, no interpretation by
any other, my word deserves a nation by it...
$%#&!
...man, I ain't got all the time in the world
if all you can find is any fault in my grind to the pearl
this is it...all the time tone had left
determined by homicides philly had built
for-the-record...the way I recollect it,
rap is haram straight-up-&-down, now I'm a collector
the debt is eternal, who paid the price
is who'll pay the price...redundancy, get it?
I was born a hiatus...wish I could tell 'em
when I was shot dead how I ain't ever made it
where I was last seen alive is not here in philly
been coming up like a ghost trying a' figure if they'll see me
if I said another city name, that's called treason
what the-fuck is the penalty just for breathin'
271 homicides in '69
435 homis '71 and '75
shii, I mean, twin said I'm [the word] "all talk" plus some other slick shit
to me like "you had to get the government involved" in
some child custody battle...talking about his bitch
like I ain't hip to what he did, naw I'm not a bitch
later on, I told twin, me and you'z eternally warring
3 times musta' tried to give dude the warning
he reverted back lucifer on me, so was the calling
but I'm ant christ, knowing full well I'm committed to suicide on him
it's not a game at all, I seen some tags yesterday
here-and-there on the city streets, yeah, who feeling me
see, I'm a' school you to suh'm-suh'm
in a ghetto, nobody's immune from the punishment
...how you gon' have uppidy drug peddlers
with guns on 'em, and don't know where they protection is
yah'mean, you seen me throw a few federal notes in it
well, she wanna' spend that, and how I approach business
remember judas iscariot? nobody's touching him
'til the public puts at least a thousand percent trust in me
and the number's miniscule, but here's what I'm gonna' do
build patients until they come to who want it, trues
'cause though I'm weary of it, I don't fear a public perception
though it only takes one time to discredit me...
...see, now I know who cain is, and it's been a trip to me
the ground is the stage, I'll put the mic out of its misery...
...anybody rapping is a rat to the gift of gab...
...gotta' realize, you'z don't know the half of the half...
$%#&!
ahight, trues. build&destroy, destroy&build...lol, they be killin' me though...sunset...
$%#&!
ant killin em!
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
if the building ain’t right, and the buildings ain’t right
see, they ain’t building for us to live out our life
where the truth is being buried in lieu of our rights
not to go through this shit again, like screw our type
the type to keystyle a structure with the code unbreakable
suburban-ass designs within city lines is saving who?
I’d put a contract on the contractors until they contact
the source, but by then, bazookas sanctioned for urban combat
mortar shell kinda’ shit, organs spilled on cement
what-the-fuck they really know about the art kit text
while knocking down the size and shape, & throwing up the piles of fake
my city was my credentials, now it’s sold out all-the-away
dumb-ass bushes, bumb-ass, no escape from how I’m coming
23 down, 19 months left was how I’m summoned
not knocked off a’ course since being knocked off, of course
G.O.D. cover the body, silencers is going off
these buildings better tell the truth, civilians ain’t prepared to lose
most of ay’body they know, to the shock of the chamber moved
I mean, the shift from that to this with no way through the passage
it’s what I been saying, it’s through me if there be a passenger
but, my ruling planet’s uranus, who tried a move on me?
adds up to my heel stuck in ya’ anus
and that done helled up any progress in the process
but how I process in my capacity, phila. body bag the non-sense...
$%#&!
scientific formulas were born within us
witness the distrust bred against men built of wind, dust
the thinnest of limitless suns
grips continents and drops em among commoners like crumbs
the begotten sons rottin in the slums
forgotten is the blood
crop dusted over our now-corrupted and fatherless ones
rockets combust at rushing speeds over endless fields
no pity for the gutless weak, I spit scriptures and peasants kneel
reckless steel gestures, jesters speak and keep it real
molest beats for sickly quick feels
pipsqueaks steal while I reveal techniques, peeled
easily injested methods ready to serve breakfast
headless, my essence rests in the deepest crevices of the helix
my genes, the scribed reasons, the right seasonins
riots of heaters spin provided the highest writers survive the pen
let's combine strengths, Iron Men agendas
split a liar's timbers to splinters like the quiet white of winter
constriction of limbs until this limp pulp drips crimson
my chisel quivers with the built up tension
nerves twisted, a bic flicks fitfully for attention
politic sensitivity can bend streams of conciousness by millions
ignorant killers,
intent on missions conflicted and hidden
their senses become submerged by blurs of sin-sual images
pen-dom come, thy will be done
my children, the witnessess of ma dear's guns
the innocent, the witless keep runnin when the needle's tumblin
creepin ink rumbles
sink my teeth into heat pulses and drink from the ruptures
it still pumps uneven
flooded by slugs of threes
my tongue's release touches streets next to so called thugs and thieves
some say it's too troublesome
I struggle some, and mothers pray for peace to come
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
slow to show steel
once provoked, the real
pro tools broken by the glowin of peels
shogun son of brotherly fields
spun drums scream with heat-
dunces construct frustrating speech
just once, the reach
thunder rings runners up competing
pawn's feet defeat so called conquering kings
continents and seas are swallowed by the strongest queens
my pockets are free,
my walks crossed beaches,
ink droppin topics and chalky debris
faulty feeds cause mobs of volatile dots to clog screens
clock cogs are always calm if properly greased
it was written among the halls of godly degreez
by a palm treed in the same leaves that called Adam and Eve
college needles nodded into knowledge offerings
often the smallest of coffin peaks are the promise of rotting seams popping
the quality of once top tier regimes drops steadily
charter pieces of deadly melodies
death knell recipes ready for severed medleys
weapons checked for consistency, strength, wind speed, and density come with me...
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
revenge is a dish served cold
if the tempurature lurks it burns scrolls
surfaces bombed in conquest,
herculean contests surfin this murderous stream of consciousness
steal the purpose of weaker beings,
a nervous system perverts certain concepts
curbs are noddin, the target of lethal injections
people object but are pressured to treasure silence
the ledge-bred lambs command viruses no man can deny
cannons and flies, iron smiles at Arkham's files
dark men exist to mark our sour lives
power lines scour my mind's powdery period
why so serious?
sirius sattelite mapped the battiest flight
this tragedy of rhyme was sponsored by the lost and blind
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
...lol, ask me about the united south...
when where I'm from north of the mason dixon...
...alleyways pissed in, for days on end
a bitch can catch suh'm for letting the strange on in
I'm familiar, you diggin' me? face-off shit
mano-y-mano, beat street...ray dawn chick
put the spit on me, bustin' jizz on the crack on her
when more seeds need planting not just where I want it
no child support, no problems, but now it's problems
more unsolved homicides, black as the bottom
the pit goes to china, the shit rolling downhill
olympics on, u.s. should be warned I'm a found nig'
be up in venus, no space suit, real soon
running the rackets, opposition found bubbling with maggots
same ole', but I write as a lefty
keystyle PA, code phildelphi'
colder than alaska, to showcase what he'll be
how the building's going so far, you tell me...
Last edited by ChristO; 08-17-2008 at 01:02 PM.
$%#&!
...sure you right, kuts...I been waiting to see who else was gonna' jump on this project. figure I'd give 'em some time, dunno what they missin' out on...anyway...
...warrin' on jerusalem just to keep our accents raw
'cause the radio abusing us, got me like what the country accents for
I ain't lettin' any frontin' cats in, that's some flunky-ass shit
my blood over 112th, the bing' some dummy-asses
can't hustle me or muscle me, shii, uhu, so I'm nice
up in club harlem, two guns tucked with me, sure you right
is scarface a best friend of mine, ay luci'
shii, no ese to be writ' in, think I'm kidding? shii, who he?
I'm closing in on the devils, can't mark my city up
thinking I ain't gon' see 'em? pale horse giddyup
heard about al-sid and I know about acid
but the horse tranquilizer had the phillies on that shit
angel dust summoning Gangis to God's word
on some burnt-out nerves, half-dead like I'm on the syrup
my wu men, my women ain't got to me yet, that's the hook-up
no other way to go about shit, no escape, ain't shook us...
...any problems? philllydone did it...can't find that, can't find us...and one...
$%#&!
...the voice of mine may be nourishment to hunger
but wonder, while I’m still up, you slumber on any words to come with?
let me, the gift of gab’ guide you through it
you think I’m comfort food, for thoughts to consume by your own will to move me?
naw, dig how the buildings crumbled, check how the living stumble
now post the time it is, and who assume I’m humbled
my path ain’t to be in the way of, as I define self
@ 7:30, dialed a friend to feel how our paths meld
the blood’s rushed to my manhood, she called me up
man, how I’m a’ save lives when the crime’s down and cameras’ up
who get recognized then, so I’ll snap pics and videos of
shit to give freedom a buzz against heathenous love
be up tangled in it, rope to mangle a neck with
I’m God, and I’m a’ have sex with ya’ bitch if she test me
be a bitch if you test me, why-you-gotta’-be-a-beast-with-the-sex shit
twin, I’m twin, paper’s what I’ll beat a rock to death with...
$%#&!
originally posted in 444trumpets thread:
concealed, it's the minutemen spittin against the british regiments
clips spent spin on hilly cities
the philly committee chairman imapales plenty pale horses,
this pair of comparable corpses sizzles the air on the unaware american forces
arabic torches ric flair on agents in orange
these pages are important,
flagrant warnings waived in the wake of mourning parents
this apparent storming of angels warring is the wake of satan's support wing torn at the seams
I just paint the scene, no score to see
hold court in the streets until my pores bleed tortured screams
hard core beliefs and star wars beats,
charged particles leave charred debris at the heart of beef
the car thief of starvin chiefs, I carve darts in the teeth of larger kings
come start me
crumble dark leaves, spark the lean and depart with fleets
I am the ark
the target of fiends, long lived in the department of Rings
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
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