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The 13th Floor
I"m reserecting, asia summoned me
to appear in court held in the streets, phila. frontin' me
asiatic black brotha' abel to cave in u.s.
butcher sheep to the white meat, nobody saving u.s.
find me in maka, you can meet ya' maker
willie lynch is a real nigga', nevermind the agent
that's how I think anyway, you'll never find the plaintiff
9.11 is a joke to me, wide-eyed's ain't gon' say shit
israel 'bout to be massacred...the bankers banked on the wrong 'hood
I'm from point breeze, anointed these killas with my own blood
the gods never got it...I'm a cold basket case
...and I'm the only one that can make the profit
jews bankers need to stop it before I'm dug up in ya' pockets
as allah in-the-flesh to command their own profit
malcom x'd caught between me and the anti-christ they concocted
...and adolf is back to adam..keep on trying to try me
I'm God see, keep trying a' rob D. from me
white sheep already got G. (r.i.p.) who was moses...dig suh'm
I'm suspect 0, and G.0.D. not being taken from me
I'm snatching the life outta' charles manson now...keep it coming...the end...
...r.i.p. to ason a' mine d.o.d. 11.13.04...closing on 12 o'clock. I keep my money intact 'round the clock...
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...be a critic to my shit atcha' own risk
I be a menace on the strength I got my own shit
the ground under ya' feet, I own it if y'all slipped
y'all riff, ya' ground I'm on it, it's no sweat
yeah, right, I'm a warrior. shout to wilt' stilt'
the double m don't snitch. shout to y'all bitch
I booked the black mafia and j.b.m.
I'm not stoppin' 'til coffins fit ya' outfits
I'm changing the game, not a problem...I got 'em
rottin hell niggas if you thought there was no problem
whoever offed my youngin' james, the morgue coming for 'em,
a world war, a tour, and the lord coming for 'em
the 13th floor, skyscrapers ain't built for that
I get venus flypaper, forget the trap
die neighbor, you a cracker jack...
high neighbor if you black as jac'...israel answering for that
reserect MY DICK...because the agent y'all sent
wasn't that slick,
i.d.'ing me as the christ's return, yeah, I bumped with it
and then twin (yacub) let me know that was the government
but he was playing both sides a' that fence
try to bench me now, u' can die on that fence...
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...elevator shaft to He'll, I'm stuck now, left in a box
the gods didn't want the gift I bring, threatened my life
already bodied an l.a. messenger, cool,
body the game, I'm 'bout to act a fuckin' fool
to clear my name, ant christ to sam christ [r.i.p.'d at 3.6], my killa' nigga'
I'm not right, was left dead, I'm from Philly nigga'
that's why I booked the black mafia, feel me nigga?
this between vs now, israel fear me, nigga'
I'm a club harlem nigga, me [O], G. and D.
the gods ain't got a chance if they ain't seeing me
my school [smith] closed in '13, I want it back open
my floor's now the 13th, I'm 'bout to crack open
chase manhattan bank and them other culprits
take manhattan's bank and them other puppets
vesey and church was israel and me rumbling down
archangel michael had the hit, but he stumbling now
keep off my floor if you demand I explain myself
or I'm a' put u.s. right under the terrain myself
on my word allone...gab'real is my ghost
any military might as well pack it up and go
and act like this shit ain't even happen, to remain intact 'cause
phantasms of asia got my back if the blacks don't
rest in peace to phila phoueng and sam ba'ath (?)
we don't play that colorful shit though where I play at...
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I try to pace it out, but the shit racing out
of my station now, my train of thought that is
lucius ain't lyon, he a' ox in south philly with the aks, it's real
better not give maka up, or ya' luck gets sealed
from hittin' that wall of china..I just want the finest chiks
hour-glass shapes, u on borrowed time with this
horse [hus'], get the blinders offa' u'
trust I'm a' war on u or war with u
gur khan, you can't proposition me, nigga'
I make money, that's MY profit, see nigga...
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this globalization mobilization got my hopes
drove to a basement, quote me, I'm saying it
I got nothing to lose just openly saying shit
my long fuse fizzled away, now I'm slaying shit
taking a nap, sleep on a' ocean floor
"rest in" if it's "peace" that u hoping for
I premeditate, meditate, and post-meditate
the psych' ward ain't getting me to medicate
I know why most a' y'all not paying attention
not my problem if I ain't mention
whether I care about whether u comprehend this
my job's real simple, to provide revelations
more power to that than material possession, but
since y'all want me to have it, I'm a' gettin' it
whatever u christians was learning, unlearn it, 'cause
when I break thru the bible belt, I'm a' murder dum'
...I define self, I desinged he'll
I'm a' change the game single-handedly
walk him to his grave as long as it takes
'til he know how suicide feel
...the mm don't snitch...we make money
r.i.p. to my uncle steve bent'...yeah, we straight
...the others to the left of us on they knees bent
we good with the angels...I'm from the grave, I'm str8
the game just done went and made a grave mistake
I'm closing on all zoos with it, cruise with it
whether it's me by myself, or my crew's with it
black incorporated, I'm wearing that outfit
since being born in the same place where my ops is
brought up in the same streets where my ops lived
so I'm speaking my operation when I say that ops shit
how u think I know s.p. nigs never stopped
...because I'm still breathing like I was never rocked...
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this is what I do on the 13th floor
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that's all good, but don't get ya'self stuck.
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now, if you find ya'self bound up wit' duct tape
look, you better either kill me, or u fucked, mate
I'm on the other side of death, this ain't a joke
thinking you can survive my depth with a shitty quote
I know how to take shit, ti's called extortion
easy to push my buttons, sure, this floor's in
your mind, if you don't mind self-imploding
I can be basic'ly just self imposing
my will on anything, you just a poser
I just suppose I put a life on hold when
I know wut I know and still dummy it down for you'z
'fuck outta' here clown, I'm reigning down on u.s...
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...business, not personal..shit's serious. next...
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9.11.1
who sent u...how I got u hell'd hostage now
cell block to a convict now
m. night shyamalan showed u where the devil breathe
I lived, was put to death, born as a devil seed
if u not convinced who the hell I be, that's the reason
I'm Nimrod you retard, x-mas to a tree lit
born a pot baby, marijuana to the fetus
still hem lucyfer up on some "remember me?" shit
naw, I ain't being driven up a wall by y'all
just reflect on this shit when ya' building falls
either u in it, or u leaped out into a gust a' wind
and the ground gravity pushed u in
yes, veci/christ had suh'm to do with this
school's over with, plane-as-day voodoo shit
hades, haiti black french revolution shit
screws loose, u don't know who u screwin' with
I produce proof, u choose to ignore and ridicule
working to bring me back to a cruel sadistic fool
lucyfer loving every minute you give him to live
but I'm a' clear my name and cleanse the world of his filth...y'all niggas...
...so ay, let's get suh'm straight
fall in-line or be hard to find...
from the sig s.p. 240...so, play with suh'm safe...
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psalm 82
I show up to work, wrap my hood up, crack a few ceilings,
wrangle the sheep, snatch the new buildings
tighten up martin luther king's hairline with the crosshairs
the streets best to give mine airtime
how I'm changing the game, my murderers' claim to fame
will be my murderous claim to fame, gods shoulda' seen it
I made y'all, with justice I stood on ya' cement
and wutever claimed me as their own, I received 'em
metaphysically, but they could never meddle physically
got close enough, and they put odb out his misery
bless the god, as if it's extra hard to confess to y'all
lucy is my co-d, you know him, he made a mess for y'all
the richard allen mafia aquad from pelan when y'all moved about
and '05 how he had me battling you now
give what belongs to caesar to caesar, see, it's real simple
keeping me hell'd back can make u a real cripple
beyond that though, sun bin need to really get a grasp
I think I got his enemy trapped, but he don't know my mathematics...
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messiah made of
I never let up 'cause it's relentless
forever set-up on my defenses 'til I'm birthed from ya' deathwish
end of the world, into my word, I'm booking nine-eleven
born with the hands on the 9 & 11
eleven forty-five, era shift at my 45
I own the game if he wants to at-all survive
wack niggas not making it, them bars betta' be uplifting
I'm not making this up how a body come up missing
luci run thru my mind field running a gamut
y'all niggas wanna' be branded
I can make the profit, but y'all paying the ransoms
every murder scene that I'm sketching up single-handed
you can attest to 'til white flags I use for toilet paper
there's an eternal debt to be paid up
I don't think jesuits know the mess I am made of
I can clearly see
I will kill myself to ring they necks with my fingers
I am SUN TZU, author of the art of war
I can turn the whole world into a morgue
me being a puppet ain't the subject
I just reign hell on the culprits, hip-hop is that cult shit
how my name ant christ came about in '96
and in '69 I was shot to shit, life's a bitch
what's her name? lucyfer, that's my bitch
he wanna' do suh'm about it? where's my inheritance...ESAU/ISA...
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money miss
look nigga, I am wu'
man I am not a fan of, I just am the truth
you 20/20 with it now, or you got 3 years and 6 months a' catching up to do
that's how slow you is to the coup, and
that was 9.11.01 party music
vesi/christ we was born into it, born to do it
ya' patriotic-ass u.s. flag torn to ruins
the birth a' MY nation got them fags tryin' a' lose me
nat turner in the bible belt burning thru' 'em
a real cat, I collab'd with him before I knew it
them white sheep trying a' bring us to they white jesus
manson can suck my dick, I already seen him
8.69 he was shot into the media
6.69 I was shot to stop me breathing then
3.6 of '74 m.l.k. born into this hell
gods summoned him to recite out of gods own ignorance
to revolutionize the globe, in 1999
emmett till looks like the one u was calling 'hov
if it's about money, remember mississippi then
them good ole' boys got every right to be shittin' bricks
move emmett up in the ranks of celebrity and wealth
hoping he forget the shit...but I ain't forgetting shit
I'll columbia neck-tie 'em up into trunks, it's nothing
pussies can't hide behind donald trump'd...
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honest to god
..to see or not to see, what it be it ain't have to be
you the tool being fuk'd, you the food you gon' have to eat
I got a chick who fit the bill, $20 for the 2020
I'll come outta' retirement for her, synagogues get bludgeoned bloody
enough said, hollywood trying a' make the white sheep's enemy mine
put the white god over the black bitch having off-white kids
and I'm s'posed to sacrifice my tongue, naw, I walk up to 'em
trying a' squeeze the life outta' pilgrims, nigggas shoulda' talked to 'em
on some for-real shit, the white god ain't gon' survive here
whatever niggas ain't pick up that I drop's just gon' lie there
naw, you gon' see it at your own enemy's convenience
believe it then, but when I'm giving you shit, it's "what the-fuck's he saying?"
when ya' mind crack, you might get it while quick sand ya' feet swim in
you choose not to listen...I speak what you call the queen's english
you SHOULD want to break out of that, but naw, you'z a fiend isn't u.s.
honest to god, you gon' see me seeing you, I'm seeing this thru...
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...nio, follow the white rabbit ["poor nimrod" - bugs bunny]...ishtar, ostara, easter...nio is nimrod...morpheus is nebudchadnezzar [luci]...deeper into the rabbit hole then...
Last edited by ChristO; 12-04-2016 at 08:16 PM.
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