dog day afternoon

[ChristO]

okay, the black race be at the finished line
they never gonna' hear me out, this is the end of time
break fast, they lunching way past dinner time
they only strong as they weakest link and will drown in they kitchen sink
who's next to die, get in line, doubt that I'm me
I'm just fighting the homo antics of what I seen
it ain't like you really gotta' follow what I'm offering
but I'm the only way to The Father when you call for him
so I suggest the script be carried out how I litigate it
ether you on-board or you missed the wave, had a pick to make it
the money ether goes on my books, or you kidding yourself
might as well put a dick in yourself, start to drilling yourself
and that's a shout out to israel, to-the-death
rhetoric against esau/isa is not good for ya' health
because I know what you is, and yeah, I know where you live
you threaten me, and you know I come from death where you sentenced me?
and I ain't have to remember to be re-membered
arm leg leg arm head, torso and genitals
male bringing the mailed fist for proof a' life, against your jaw
if killing cops against the law, then why they went against allah?
the black man, not farad, the crack man got addicts
I heard africans still being enslaved by arabs
man, invisible bloods building me up, love filling me up
slugs escargot matrix style missing me dumped
I ain't gotta' bargain with chumps, their toothbrushes
scrubbing the cum off they molars, incisors and gums
trying a' piggyback the rainbow flag on the black struggle
get your toe-tags on, facts brother
you was dug up seventy-four, hip-hop
in ethiopia, propositioned me 'bout the final war
said we can do it together, but wutever con
you ain't wanna' get down when I was ghengis khan
I broke ya' back, now you a brokeback mountain nigga
kodack moment, picture that, the fag's mouth is switching
this wut happens when the black women swamped against me
'til I dont five a fuck, got the axe and headblock for sissies
every move a balancing act when lucy's out to get me
I got him though, the bitch lost without me, I got his pension
them small hats about to lose everything but the wedding ring to you
they better pass it up, I'm the king, you the queen of voodoo
but you already know what the wu' do and the soo woo do
and how I own the game as only I the tzu-wu do
the lost angel is you, troop', and you need me to recoup'
wack niggas dying is what we into, how we recruit
between me and me' the team is vs when I can secure the trust
harriet tubman and I gon' love and lust, how we coming up
on these two commas, all we need is the binary code, one and oh's
I'm a' get my lands back, tresspassers washed up from pole-to-pole...

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

okay, the black race be at the finished line
they never gonna' hear me out, this is the end of time
break fast, they lunching way past dinner time
they only strong as they weakest link and will drown in they kitchen sink
who's next to die, get in line, doubt that I'm me
I'm just fighting the homo antics of what I seen
it ain't like you really gotta' follow what I'm offering
but I'm the only way to The Father when you call for him
so I suggest the script be carried out how I litigate it
ether you on-board or you missed the wave, had a pick to make it
the money ether goes on my books, or you kidding yourself
might as well put a dick in yourself, start to drilling yourself
and that's a shout out to israel, to-the-death
rhetoric against esau/isa is not good for ya' health
because I know what you is, and yeah, I know where you live
you threaten me, and you know I come from death where you sentenced me?
and I ain't have to remember to be re-membered
arm leg leg arm head, torso and genitals
male bringing the mailed fist for proof a' life, against your jaw
if killing cops against the law, then why they went against allah?
the black man, not farad, the crack man got addicts
I heard africans still being enslaved by arabs
man, invisible bloods building me up, love filling me up
slugs escargot matrix style missing me dumped
I ain't gotta' bargain with chumps, their toothbrushes
scrubbing the cum off they molars, incisors and gums
trying a' piggyback the rainbow flag on the black struggle
get your toe-tags on, facts brother
you was dug up seventy-four, hip-hop
in ethiopia, propositioned me 'bout the final war
said we can do it together, but wutever con
you ain't wanna' get down when I was ghengis khan
I broke ya' back, now you a brokeback mountain nigga
kodack moment, picture that, the fag's mouth is switching
this wut happens when the black women swamped against me
'til I dont five a fuck, got the axe and headblock for sissies
every move a balancing act when lucy's out to get me
I got him though, the bitch lost without me, I got his pension
them small hats about to lose everything but the wedding ring to you
they better pass it up, I'm the king, you the queen of voodoo
but you already know what the wu' do and the soo woo do
and how I own the game as only I the tzu-wu do
the lost angel is you, troop', and you need me to recoup'
wack niggas dying is what we into, how we recruit
between me and me' the team is vs when I can secure the trust
harriet tubman and I gon' love and lust, how we coming up
on these two commas, all we need is the binary code, one and oh's
I'm a' get my lands back, tresspassers washed up from pole-to-pole...

dope asf

[ChristO]

I'm no longer fucking with bitches who not aligned to the mission
if that means I'm a die alone, then so be it, I know who I am
ressurector gave me the sunlight to fight, he's my kin sun bin
so I'm up in the wtc building, sure 'nuff I'm Him
and my twin is just stuck in the bind how I book israel
his minions not too hard to find, neither are ishmael's
listen, who has the pattent on the boxing ring
yeah, I been knew how to fight, y'all borrowing, who's offering
when I start back from scratch to the scratched-offs, I'm offing whomever
the government wasn't ever doing shit but letting vs
black-on-black been my get-up, and I won't ever let up
until the grafted are put to pasture for ever
who made these degenerates and gave them the presidence
over us, was it you yakub whom gods said it was?
well, look, con, you either down with what I instruct to you
or I'm stuck on that train of thought bound to catch up to you
since you caught inbetween the two authors of the art of war
who's pang juan to you? why was you so shook about the wu'?
why'd you try to get me to side against wu' and side with you?
then try to flip a closet on me, like you gon' call me boo
I'm a ghost, I'm a ghoul, fuck how you tried to move
bi-polar my style is, breaths switch from sunlight to moon
west philly belmont gon' give me the love now
harriet tubman's my soldier medina meena's profile
luc' tried to holler, I heard nothing but vague threats
'cause I was trapping him, and still he ain't wanna' cave in
and I'm tired of repeating myself, so I'm a' be brief
I'm getting old, giving less of a fuck how you manage to breathe
these women can't protect you from me, you will see now
tried to warn you, brother, you act deaf, but deep down
you know how The Father feel to the momma', these black women
got karma coming to 'em, and they no longer will be your armor...

[ChristO]

yeah, sure, you right, this ain't about race
but look, use your mind, you ain't about peace
if you trying to pry into my space, say you belong here
and your ancestors raped ours, tortured and wronged here
opportunity all on our backs you trampling
your laws shift just to exclude us from advancing
sit back, watch us destroy ourselves for brand names
since way back we was branded slaves, you can't save
yourself from this reckoning now by trying to blend with us
pretend you us, befriending us to put ends to us
schools set up to keep us from ever knowing ourselves
and you just a day closer to having all Hell
break loose on your whole make-up, 'til mascara
running's how your skin looking falling off your faces
you still benefitting from the blood and the sweat
equity of the niggas who will come from the dead
to cut off all your limbs, toss 'em all to the pit
bull terriers, you ain't worthy of a proper burial
better pray for a way to commit suicide
fuck being politically correct, I ain't gon' lie
...so you can enact your obamanation
'cause I got it in for y'all and done ran outta' patience
do away with the place that made me? I got nothing else to lose
when you die, I got nothing left to prove
everybody who bought into the white lie
was voluntarily, no excuse for your hind sides
I'm righteous with it, very decisive with it
blame the turks if you wish, but I'm not the gimmick
eugenetics got your whole heredity in my scope
think I'm a joke 'til you feel the knock-knocks through your doors
you not god, and your white god is not brodying my parts
you wouldn't had bought into that brochure if you was smart
you now caught between the ceiling, floor, and four closing walls
jack put back in the box until he show he's loyal
for the lo' shit, lo'lo' best to push up on me
not when I'm old and decrepid and my dick won't function
tired of lettin him know his bitch better know
when she at the end of her rope, he at the end of his rope
I don't give a fuck, I jack off and be on my own
on route to his neck to choke any smoke from his throat
we took the soot we been taking as the blacks
so you take this however you take this, this the fact
I'm coming to get you all, there's no time for a lecture
'cause the real hannibal's here, fuck a hannibal lecter
you have nowhere to run to and nowhere to hide is all
how I was brought up in the sights and sounds of war...
...our war, my war, not y'alls...
wide-eyes, closed mouthed, 9-1-1 cut off...closing...

[ChristO]

...wu' used to come thru and be humbled
when they witnessed the philly chaos of the sun tzu
the '90s shit, masta killa couldn't shake wit' me
too many philly niggas on some ole' shit basically
killa priest gave me dap, after that, channel 48
had him putting philly on with a brother that
I knew, put his crew on the map, lost tribe of babylon
over the heads of many with the spittage they was on
channel 48 though was the kung fu theatre channel
saturdays in the '80s, the whole philly knew the handle
tuned in, just blowing money then and s.p.
going to war, and jamaican posses was taking a loss
'ric let me know, they blew the dreads up around the o-zone
green lights was for-real on 'em, s.p. had shit sealed on 'em
dmx's brother can let you know, shit was real in maka
kidnaps, bodies found, brain matter and loosed urinal bladders
broad days, serial killers killing serial killers
police only locking up these niggas for shit that's trivial
omerta shit will murder shit, trying to get me to write his book
yeah, I'm a' book israel though, sure because my knowledge took
I'm reclaiming, closing on every culture that left my pores
never sweat it they tell you, every breath is a gain or loss...