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taco meat
...now, what does one dollar get u.s., you fold it correctly
it gets you nine eleven of two thousand one, twins collapsing
you wanna' ring the bell, lucyfer's trapped, disconnected
you call again, I found your hidden heart, chew on that shit
you keep pairing the black womb with the white degenerate
in your t.v. shows and commercials, you will never get
away from the domestic u.s. black holocaust
wrath coming upon all of y'all who thought I would fall
or fold to this winter cold, opposing me's getting old
now c. con can either know I rule, or when this exposed
I clean every living soul, nuclear shower, bars of soap
I mean everything I wrote, who can devour...naw, just choke
now, who else is taco meat other than los diablos
and who else done followed me other than he'll's apostle
sometimes philly don't know what the-fuck he talking 'bout though
but if philly's real, between vs, they'd herd what I outgrew
the state of israel shaken, the fate of isreal's fake shit
had belluimxnati calling out for their lord and savior
lucyfer then received the work of mine before I'd instructed it
but if I don't get the money on my books via publishing
what you looking at is an ugly mess, so what I suggest
good brother, is that you move with every step and breath being blessed
'cause I ain't changing up the subject, how's the budget look
for wiping out every tresspassing body my books'll cook
the arabians sent letters to vs and come begging to vs
after trump vowing to forge the fake israel on jerusalem
so, we got a job to do, and who says we got the time to feud
my foot wearing your trachea will do if you think I'm a fool...
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that fade to blacks
..the war bodies, for sure I been malnourished, the score got me
as zero, 13 minus 13, manure popping
from buttheads, and then they washed up on the shore rotting
the young femme fatale's not sure anymore 'bout 'em
an era shift, silence is on, her mouth on my gun
spermatazoa down her throat, and now my child is gone
I am the freak nasty nigga they been wu'tanging to
they never knew, now they know, power surge now a go
that's about when I'm keeping it mm, cleaning what I spilled then
brother charlie mac' is good, if they up on my reserection
I'm a' rise right inbetween they feminine hygenes
the profit tally the body count with the yah'means
I stab up the guts of mothers, daughters, they cousins
the yah'means ravaging the safaree for budgets
I menage trois donkey asses, skin coffee and molassis,
body parts all-natural
niggas cough money up, or body parts dispatched from 'em
the game never knew how deep's the shit his ass got in
every day that passed from when our young guns he had the lip for
now he better pray on everything that he live for
this shit about always wanting a fade
this the barbershop of horrors, you running a maze
the shining, "here's johnny" what jac' nicholas said
I am the gift, I'm present, saint nicholas where
they hold the parliaments best to receive what I give
the mass implosion is set, nine one one, it's a bet
let me find out, planet jupiter really aligned
with the time, I been 2-4, that symbol been ours
movie idea 2001: ressurect the dead
on planet jupiter...is what them street tiles been read...
...but uh, look a' here, my people never got to me
I ain't hurdling over them to save the lot of u.s.
I never chose the bench, ain't eating out of trash cans yet
my binness in the wtc building and have yet to pay rent
if the game really want that fade, win lose or draw
he think, I think he a bitch, I ain't laying hands on him
I ain't putting bands on him, I'm just gonna' stand on him
I seen deeper shit than his larynx can summon
and this ain't about meek or the young guns
this about being in suh'm that you ain't getting out of
shouldn't a' had wanted any parts of, somewhere
along the line, thought you could outsmart vs, now you all targets
as well as the target audience...and furthermore
this movie has no rating at all...fade to black, and I'll take full credit for it...
..the empire, when the black finally show up, you ain't reddie for vs..
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son of perdition
...lucy, you wasn't gon' stop, been setting me up, no matter what
you was so determined 'til you found how I handled ya'
didn't want to believe it maybe, tres equis stamped on ya' head
with esses in front of ex's, make believe I ain't ya' man
when hrz nineteen ninety-eight is clearly a possessive
declaration made by you, pulled me into the recesses
of underworld undercurrent, I entertained the thought of us
working together, but the bitch still never bothered to just
know me, never dialogued, she always thought I had to prove
I was a man to her, dig the move, it's you who chose to lose
l.s.d. played on radiowaves today, the beatles groove
that summoned your own bones from the grave, seven-four's beetlejuice
just as you were propositioning me, just as the hip-hop
envolope sealed to suppress my being, and under some sick plot
to birth me under some condition that I submit
to lucyfer thru a homo ritual, I'd push your shit
back, you wanted a drill, me, I want it for real
you forever will be my bitch, that's on the reel
you forever still be butt hurt, feelings simmering
thinking of revenge for what you wanted, nigga listen
you ain't ever getting one up on me, that's a fairy tale
you convincing yourself about, all your rigs already failed
d. day is coming up pretty soon, bitch, what do you choose
to continue on with this farce, or to bear better fruit
saying you got a war set up for me, I looked at it
and drew up my own war and strategy, how I look galloping
thru some shit I don't recognize, being sideblinded
into feeling down and sucidal, bitch I will find you...
...you had a stoic facial expression with a fatal weapon
on-guard against me, your fear bottled up in yourself then
I chose to sympathize enough to respect ya' gangster
but not enough to respect your anger, you'd still get banged up
baby-faced ass bastid, I couldn't do shit yet with you
but now I know why you embody this thing called evil
you are thee woman, but you're a man doing what men do
so I said give me the women upon my fully erect manhood
and the fear of allah is how to love me, I did not provoke
any childish rant from you as much as from those who don't know
so for the coming events, it's vs niggas doing the thing
dog day afternoon on chase manhattan, the banks being unhinged...
...note, D. day was on 10.22.2017...
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$%#&!
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farenheit 451
...I heard my actress cousin khandi alexander used to babysit me
my mah' babysat her, back up in the nineteen-sixtees
now, I'm a' put khandi in position, she's already vested
in t.v., film and hbo, entertainment veteran
the same time, my cousin fred strothers still doing stage plays
first seen him work in fort apache the bronx, was his hey days
I rode to queens ny, visited cousin khandi one time
when she was on broadway in dancing, early '80s show time
dropped cousin peaches off, uncle ben I-95'd it
back to the southwest side of jersey where you might find vs
now it gets real here, so here's the deal, I ain't a friendly face
no interviews or questionares for me, fame never left me safe
I'm keeping an eye on young blood, shells vouched for him, that's his young buck
before blood rise from any cracks though, TZU-WU gon' show up
of course that is I myself, that implies in-the-first-place
how I'm 'bout taking over all the blood gangs within the states
the angels already know what gots' to be done to the game
I check my own blood family now, shit will not be the same
as I now have to do what I have to do for blood family's sake
and you get to see how from my brain the blood leaked to a lake
but that's in moderation to balance how panytlines find me
finally, I point them out and go hammer time 'til I'm deep
within the recesses of the black females mental hygene
yeah, I can dream, but they can dream on as I achieve my dream
to anchor my nation's birth as we're f.u.kkk'ing
are we on the same page? she nods her head, okay then
she bobs her head, hooray then...my cousin fred still active
in the s.a.g., I'm closing on the sags' version of magic
acronym for the synagogue of the goat satin
I got a hit out on the heads of every black actress
accepting the roles of bedwenches to their purchasers
and the black males not sliding past my postal service none
shout to northwest d.c., give me a drop-off point
I land on it, plant mines, and roll up out that joint...
..atone from your sins, I fought to no end
the feature presentation coming soon ought to show them...
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for safe routes
...so, here's my pitch, while you all listening...I have the way paved out
you contact me via fine w8men for safe routes
I'm seeing september's a weak spot the perps be trying to patch
I'm being born as a grown-ass man, the earths sit right on my lap
d.'s making me out to be a liar, he's not in the loop
g's already died from being tied to whites' version of truth
me, my eyes are wide open, voice they attempting to mute
so I'm adament about the sabateurs' eminent doom
while looking at the world's perilous fortune being broadcast
all I gots to show for that is my self, see, that broad passed
on me for decades on end, who she thought was the alpha male
been running from my becoming if he still inhales, I prevail
as the alpha-omega nigga, so far ahead of niggas
I'm waiting at twenty-twenty vision, I'm a' shed from niggas
between me and me' be the fury, my nig' upchurch be the fuh'rer
I got a job for him, if he with it, just to read my sermons
as a means to seperate our sons and daughters from those to be slaughtered
uneducate ourselves from the brainwash that the system taught us
his brother strong I gotta' check, then afterwards I gotta' check
for the crew, we only put in work after we got the check
and I got the neck of the world banks under my own foot's arch
if twin want that spot, he puts his neck under my own foot's arch
I been retired since, so I'm a' enjoy my retirement
whoever wanna' see christ, reserect my dick, you not eyeing me
and you ain't die for me, you die for your own sins, don't try to de-
fine who I am for me, don't insist, you'll get robbed in your sleep
awaken to die in your sleep, a forsaken bitch crying to sleep
dreamt of my reserection, woke salivating, dying to eat
on the lo'lo' is where I put the chokehold, nobody told
y'all to let me grow old before getting to blow my pogo
her skin like coffee beans, a slow roast, shouldn't take much to keep me up
her punishment is her reward though, ground into a keurig cup...
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the m.a.d. verses m.a.d.
right, lucy's my bitch, pussy. keep ya' shit off my thread, if you like breathing. yeah, pussy, I know u can't believe how I'm reaching u...leave u several different places out this bitch...
next verse...
...anyway, they want me, tony, to go the montana route
mutual assured destruction, m.a.d. tantamount
to wiping their hands of it, as my mental art the culprit
luc' just handing the guns to me would defeat their motive
from the moment I laid eyes on this bitch reminding me
of an enemy of mine, what do you now decide to be
wishy-washy? flippy-floppy? what you wouldn't do for the doe
yeah, I'm a' make you the profit, reindeer games though is not a go
on me, telling me that I gots nothing in my safe
what, you wanna' be tucked in a safe that's pushed in a lake?
superior, ontario, erie, one of them, don't mistake
my grace as covering your dinner table if I ain't eat
changing the tone of conversation to sexual heat
dickinson of sam, uranus is mine, you'll be shitting me
out one inch at a time, that black bitch thought she was tough
when I come back around, that black bitch softening up
gods processing my spizzit, I can feel self-improvement
it's D.O. for self now, G. left us, I'm still out proving
that we exist, there is not an exit on the memberhip
so moses will be meeting us on that mountain ridge
I can only figure, I haven't figured it out yet
hollywould, god, you see how I got this? D. will not wed
the whites into gods plan, thank god for being there
seeing where this going when no mortal being has seemed to care
this just me drawing it out, shit ain't even come about
this just how hard I go in, 'cause all is lost if I don't win
I let D. be his own man, he pass, school him to the whole thing
he been thru enough with his ex', shot in his chest, almost john doe'd him
I snapped out, fade to black, had the black women been up-to-speed
well, that's a topic that stretch to the snake in garden of eden
so, look, I don't need her, but lucy owes me lolita
have her on her porch one summer evening eager to ease up
I'll be in the heavins scattering bullets over vistas
looking for a checkpoint in d.c. current now, file my grievance
ahem, y'all taking too long to call on me, I'll take matters
in my own hands, pull myself together, I'm all that matters
speaking of the m.a.d. brings me back to buddy two gunz
the certified hit dropped in chase's hands, of us two from
these native woods of penn, the details which I confirmed
chase [malcom x'd] didn't know what he had, I'll work him over when it's my turn...
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prime example...
...why do you expect me to respect the street culture you represent
realty's the only thing real, see, the grounds underneath your steps
being swept from any footprint you left...where does that leave you
let some code of the streets deceive you, and what I serve won't feed you
asking can I relate, as hard as I berate your calling card
the deal'd be off and you can all die if you tried to pull my card...
you wanna' talk about what not to talk about? that's mah'fia
the mahdi, lucyfer walks around what he can't walk without
that's my grace, not to be taken as naivety though
my own spirit as semen cements what got into him though
cum breath and cum farts, as to why he seeks vengeance on
all of earth's inhabitants, instead of no contest perform-
ance against the likes of me...
...manipulation of the texts is connivery
and sobriety's when you realize lucy's the bride of me
I'll strip search then rip earth of anything contrived on me
I'm not meant to be whatever you expected your eyes to see...
...having been born of the chosen people...the rest of the world
having been warned I'll dispose of people, they're desperate to merge
the prime example of my demented mind's your elected stye
to your defective sights-turned-defenseless cries when 'bout to die...
...look, I did the work I'm meant to do, so I'm 'bout to enjoy
my retirement, remember 6.69's when they retired me
dropped into place for their groom, to reflect on his headroom
as I fully erect, heard rumors of men in his bedroom
who tried to talk outlined in chalk...what are my thoughts? what are y'all for?
lucyfer's host, israel's state can bury me alive no more
to render me impotent, sending me to He'll to work for them
they can suck my limp dick, I will kill myself to burden them
so as not to burn with them...my own people never fought
global nuclear holocaust in their lifetime they never thought
but wanna' keep me pigeonholed to the bullshit they've been taught
only for a fee will I divert such atrocity on our court...
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hoagies, subs, and heroes
...they say that a sandwich is a sandwich...this part of northeast states
like to argue 'bout what to brand 'em, I'm partial to cheesesteaks
and hoagies, that's what I grew up on, the south philly cuisine
five minutes across the bridge in jersey's a whole different scene
I'm hearing sub' this and sub' that, it's short for submarines
I say "hoagie" they said "fuck that", and I said "the fuck you mean?"
ninety miles that way to nyc, I heard that heroes
is what they calling the same thing, is that right, that's a' earfull
basically the same shit, deli meats, an oblong roll
cheese, mayonaisse, lettuce, onions, tomatoe, olive oil
but all due respect to each's culture, south philly's italy
yeah, they originated many of the things we eat
concerning this philly diet, how we survive this philly climate
generations live in denial about how philly been dying
like it's a normal part of life, and putting to rest all the hype
of any other place's way of life, philly's the prototype
is why, who ever knew though, murder from vs through a loophole
until they're up to their necks in my noos though, they not sumo
they're minute though, their minute's up, their minute men get shredded, stuffed
in teddy bear skin thinking vs niggas won't call them pussies' bluff
hiding within gentrification, biding time thinking they safe
when I been preying from my own gravesights for my people to make
it...to every cervical vertebra and esophagus
of those opposites against my common sense, they're bothersome
is as dangerous as they got for vs, fuck their occupancies
fuck them copping a plea, they're protein for the bottom of seas
this verse done took a turn for the worst, in the middle of a
descent grub, hoagie, chips and soda, who's thinking I lunch
the other way...
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jacub and beans talk
...beans, when you listened to the lox and you listened and watched
did you see the bagel-and-lax-cream-cheese-eating ops
co-opting the blocks being seiged, leaving me to be docked
as a storage box, any knee to my neck kneed a chop
who wins in the end, before vs there was nothing else, not a motha'
fuckin' thing, who the-fuck let you know you was a king
wasn't me, martin luther the monk's profile's apostle paul
was the third horseman adolf? I'm over-the-top letting all
He'll break luc' the fallen star, gaze over a man not abroad
that was eight twenty-nine oh five when harlem's what I bought
the globetrotter jersey from luciano, was such a sport
or so it seemed, what eyes showed was when I show up for court
it's an automatic sentence, treadmark autograph in seconds
to this nigga who is a bitch like wachowski brother-sisters
nigga, what about the matrix? your shell is nebudchadnezzar
when you and beans talk again, the giants' not to be let in
as a matter of fact, no way in or out for outsidevs
philly banners, silly grammer against vs will not survive vs...
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