the qu'ran code

[ChristO]

....ellsworth bumpy johnson, my cousin D., you wasn't free
to do what you want, but see, I know the black women keep
being used against our better judgment, your mom's rebecka
the one who birthed esau and jacub, the lessons in the letters
G. and D. that's your brother and you, sue wu't would jew want from me's
my GOD, and that's something I'm a' keep to myself, jew 'bout to see
and by-the-way, happy 47th on this date 4.7
I'm a' build our relationship as brethren, but there's those that I'm
a' educate my way, had you known better, I would not meddle
while we were on the cross, you denied me, so, oh well, good fella'
my twin lucyano used to play chess with you, so don't tell me
you're about this philly shit since being born here 'til you met me
eye-to-eye, after I board your white jew wife on a plane crash
the black w8men outfit D.O. for self to clothes on our frames fast
I won't let you down, D., but you know Hell surrounded us
it was you who fought the demons with me, and I'm proud of us...

[ChristO]

...I don't vow with uncle ben's and it's not all about the benjamins
who wanna' breathe out slurs to collapse their lungs on some petty shit
where's the ownership in that when you get what you asking for
I keep all my sense in tact, bullshit don't need a matador
and if I showed love, what's the dog in you attacking for
'cause when I shows up, what the God in you's not active for's
because The Father been removed from the household, the mother's
israel's current state who is lucyfer's host, so no wonder
twin don't even see how I pulled that one off, I spat one off
the target fell, my marksman skill is not a joke, so back on off
I'll talk you to death for saying I'm all-talk, that's all I need
to do, I thought jew knew, your bible says the shit, you won't out me
when's your bitch ever came my way, bloods and crips bout to make my day
at the angels, every angle now abiding to what I've laid
as the lord of hosts, and everyone I've been is all I am
to summon me? reserect my dick to see how tall I am
bet you the sky fall, see, don't eyeball me to oddball me
if I vent just to let off steam, next event you all die on me
how do you shift the subjects to be murdered from my servants
to exactly who the-fuck deserving this, that's my verdict
I'm already in my afterlife, what's your excuse now
israel, you ain't directing shit, so you best produce now...

[ChristO]

..I'm coming straight outta' south philly, a cold basket case initials a.c.
I turned heads, since being put down in the '60s
caution to any troll wanting to check me
one-two piece with a biscuit, get your rest in
big guns out to turn my body into holy cheese
rose up not giving a fuck who you supposeed to be
...repping the blocks 1-9 to 2-4 believe
that, staid grinding to afford bills and groceries
...you lost niggas best to follow me...
them dumb misses never bothered me 'til I showed what I'm a' be...
...and I'm from where homicide fits the geography
tax write-offs on your life when you decide to sleep...
...the yellow tapes reading caution....the white chalk's at your doorstep...
...they hopping out, choppers out
aks warring inbetween salaat where I'm from around...
...r.i.p. huss', we ain't done yet...let's make a day of it [cont'd]...
...christ resurrected in philapa......some shit never dies, eh...
...and r.i.p. to all the black leaders we lost in the '60s...
...over the u.s. government's fear of the rise of the black messiah...

[ChristO]

...red and blue hues keep lining up for me b8tches trying to fuck
my reserection out on the streets, my dick sizing it up
I'm made money, the b8tch look at me now saliva-struck
I got patients enough to leave bodies anywhere I instruct
now whose building's architectual integrity's at a stump
enemies breathing around me getting slumped, I'm not a chump
if your bitch decide she wants her lips around my dick, you're fucked
if your ass above your waistline, I'll shoot you to a pulp
I need you to register you're the money out the register
and I'll spend you no sooner than you denied my heritage
give up your m8thers, d8ughters, whoever got vagina for me
to climb in, if you block, bottom-line is you dying for it
yeah huss', they been acting as-if I'm invisible ink
'til I penned every homicide I did with invisible inc
it don't take a critical thinker, it takes a plead for forgive-
ness when in my sites before sedatives relocate the witness
to my existence via penmanship as I script it
if you not in my close knit or kindred, what's your business
if you 'bout that life, then where's your will writ', I'm in business
let the cowboy grieve, or best believe it's a western
visiting every restroom, wake up with urine in your beds
thinking I'd let the government finesse vs, best look again
I got you huss', in God you trust, but peace on the streets' not enough
to keep those in the craft from conjuring up the opps on us
so, without further ado, their time is up, now bottoms-up
now her bottom's up on my timeline, but she's not enough...

[ChristO]

...she can breathe heavy as I conceive medleys perceived
as deadly to believers in settling, there's no sentiments
from me other than the evidence you see as what I be
she undress for me, she quench for me, I'm drenching her with sea
men can't get to her, she's meant for me, there's nothing else to see
the angels want us to get shitty cuz'? then let's agree
to slow dance to that, the romance had no chance to break
the code of my candid dates, glaze lucy to a candy-face
that noose of a new yolk best undastand its place, my fans await
when I talk to them, the choppy sounds they make I can't relate
their interpretations of my shit missed the mark by miles away
so I pull out my plank, they either walk that or bow they face
if their bowels their face, there's not any place to about their face
my g8rls scout the cookie box, I'm cookie monster, how's she taste
by now my safe's bulging with dead personnel who looked for stash
what I got in common with toilets' I ain't gotta' look for ass
I operate this shit, but hell naw, I ain't gotta' take the shit
you tried to jail bait me with? I'll take your ass to take your shit
don't ask "could you repeat that"...I'll walk away, the chalk displayed
around every shell casing, the marks are laid like carpet stained...

[ChristO]

...60 seconds this a minute, what's seven-five stacks
to seven-four seconds when zero's down to one stack
a hero's nothing but a sandwich now, how to top that off's
everything on it, plus the hot peppers how to knock that off's
what the enemy's done on june 13th nineteen and sixty-nine
and gods been acting as-if I am not possible to find
alive, but huss' sacrificed his life for my victory lap
in due time, a few kinks to work out, no misstory, jack
remember me? how do I breathe and am not reserected
I teethed in the early seventies, I been not an infant
...and I give it up to philly because I know where I was
so nothing nyc here could ever live, same as I was
I'm the only mouth you got to speak from, the outcome's
the for-real phila. body bag shit I can vouch on...

[ChristO]

...pardon...you can find my jacub and beans talk verse under my dog day afternoon thread, at 1.7.19, 8:42pm...

[Father N Dangerous]

Keep at it son

[ChristO]

...who woulda' thought I woulda' found you wallace fard muhammad
as nipsey hussle after I was used to dearly depart you
I was approached by the government on seven and thirteen
of ninety-eight, with an offer, I declined, yet they were thirsting
to intercept china's summoning of me as sun tzu-wu
and to wipe china off of africa is just what I'm gon' do
GOD had the government surrounded when they approached me
israel the host of lucyfer thought if he coached me
he'd be in position to prep me for oven roasting
I don't trust shit since my first trip on a roller coaster
no calling off shit, the purge is how you supposed to know I'm
dead-serious stone-cold when it comes down to my chosen
people I'm coming back for, there is no co-existing
and mixing dna strands, there is no hope for bridging
the gaps since the gap band been said where the bomb hit up
the haile selassie fake-out was an april fools set-up
to attempt to gain control of the illa noi's, I been employed
with phila. since april nineteen ninety-nine, I'm feeling bored
about to walk off the job to my calling, 1-9 hundred
christ reserecting is pending it's just how I want this
to go, the angels now want the best for me, the angles now
one eighty straight for me, reserect me to be well endowed
enough to seal nine eleven of oh one perpetrators' fates
there's no telling what's gon' happen as I seal each nigga's face...

[beautifulrock]

[ChristO]

...my k.o.s. in contrast to the chaos...there's not a day
that goes by without the prayers, the nois blurred and slowed my
reaction time to smoke signals from bullet wounds....now we even?
far from it, people grieving from the Allah the nois summoned
to be murdered at 33, but have you ever heard of me
yes you have, I'm the one you left bypassing surgery
in an elevator to He'll, turns out I ain't take it too well
every verse of mine repetative as fuck but got you still
hanging onto every word, I ain't mentally disturbed
scared niggas joke let 'em know before I enter into work
shooting the facility up, nigga get away from me punk
my program is to unprogram you from your ignorance chump
but you was born from your decision made before your conception
as for the direction you been on to learn your lessons
and I ain't here for shit else but my own interests
been fed up until I can eat off my own intellect...

...yeah brock, protocol is I'm here to covet or possess the black w8men...I took over the big rig though...israel should already know...

[ChristO]

...g8rl, you're my ladybug, giving me feels once we engage in hugs
no other way to shrug off the wave than to just straight-up fuck
the spider's web is a silk design, and I'm too fly to catch
you know this but know we own each part of us that hides in depths
won't recollect but just collect each pressure point, each wet caress
I level out each time and place we met with grievous acts of death
are the beehive hexagrams as opposed to snake skin designs
were the senile just in utter denile until they up and died
I heard nothing else but crickets, when I tried to rap, who listened
when I turn to insects, is that a locust plague on y'all vistas
don't know what you expect, but I expect everyone's attention
if not utmost respect than petrifying fear in y'all tremors
and ever since the fresh prince lept to his fate in a grand canyon
no family member's safe for get-aways unless my stamp grants it
I been the armi ant, 2nd/39th infantry boot camp
almighty demons platoon, I demonstrated what you can't
the u.s. flag's incineration, just the angels draped in it
my own legacy generations deep, there's not a way in it
mosquitos got two million swats to 'em, but wasps the main victims
bitches bidding to have my son, huss', I'm not the sane nigga'
no termites can possess my wood, I'm just out to clean kitchens
refrigerator combinations cracked, I'm not a dame's nigga
a preying mantis and a praying mantra's not the same, is it
but that's where I have my haRem at 'til what I scene's vivid...

[beautifulrock]

[ChristO]

...attention, brock, you know you ain't making it outta' this thread alive, right?
...so, now, pick a date now...naw, the date's already been chosen...
...erase that last post of yours...either before or after-the-fact...
...next verse...

...my mama' cried when demons served me at 6.69
I never gave it much thought until now, as it is time
that my old earth call me back into her bosom, am I safe
anthony and christopher shot to death and left to waste
anthony and christopher first and middle names, such is my fate
to have my old earth born again to walk me to my grave
young niggas' world melly's last video dropped on the date
of my first 48? I'm ant christ, no more to say
so you wanna' get shitty cuz'n for-real, then look my way
anything that's going on from now on, I booked my dates
anything that tried to bring any harm, mistook my grace
when it's been always before I eat and after I prey
51 seconds locked to 5.1.1999
I been knew who to gravitate to now, the bitch whole life is mine
she prah'ly birthed my mother for a daughter in twenty oh one
so this be what it's cumming to, as mmers move through every hub
if scared at all to read further on, and I can smell your fear
since I am dog when stuck in the mirror, the silver screen'll air it
that's the way it's been, so I put ends to all the entertainment
and nobody's tax-exempt from vs as I soldiered my way in...

[ChristO]

...the big rig must not wanna' live or give itself up for the bid
thinking you can move as you wish on my thread, you'll end up dead
you think I gotta' prove it with the energy I move with?
you really acting stupid, outmaneuvered your own shoe steps
the pit's bottomless, no moves left, the massacres near where you rest
dumb bastard, couldn't heed a warning until it dawns on you that
being a pyromaniac and Hell fire's two different things
only thing going back-and-forth's a firing pin to a spring
only thing I could offer you's a job, but you think it's a game
children playing outside, you wanna' try to compromise my aim
lobotomize your brain, and then I'll see if you can work for me
and get two million of your own people put under earth for me
that's the starter kit, my test marketing it works for me
park your cartiliage in a forest for a search party scene
I been targeted, but what I do is rise up every time
people call for me, no publicity stunt, you lost your mind
gain it back as I reserect to recalibrate your spine
in crude terms, where my dick wound up, your guess as good as mines
this is not your platform to play with, you cross the line
say goodbye to everything behind it, then fall in line...to be cont'd...

...yeah, brock, why you drop the big rig on your name...
...anyway, no way in/out for you...you just cost your people their lives. thank you...
...next order of business...