the qu'ran code pt. 3

[ChristO]

...now, israel [twin], do you want to remain the white jews' black bitch
because I am not going to kill you yet though while jews hat tricks
produce white rabbit holes as portals souls do toilet bowl
swim maneuvers through, canoes are threw over, bathroom is closed
out of order, so look, did I find michael schwermer yet
since the bankers adamant to interject holes to my threads
whoever allowed it fired by me, I need competent
people in position to solidify my confidence
and as I keep pressing brooklyn's streets, see, u sequestering me's
a myth, and vs philly familars lead feat pressed to the speech
impediments developing through fear of vs, who's clearing up
any misconceptions, we're the wreckless, your eyes tearing up
does philly possess the gift of gab'? rather I possess them
my patients to kill and kill again, how would I forgive sins
a blood bath I never gave an h.i.v. test to check
the sun bath whose gamma rays'll melt marrow before the flesh
take this down like you're my clerk, or keep it up like you're a flirt
I am empowered beyond the earths dimensions in the skirts
the scheme team between vs philly buls since 2000, king
from-the-rip been on newark new jersey's dirt collar rings....
...so, therefor, I get to the bottom of what I scene
as the set-up, there's no outsmarting vs to survive my regime...

[ChristO]

...that sounds about right, blood, the u.r.l. ain't built to do
good business, and I could work the kinks out, the revenue
my venues give tithes to me to tie the strings, supply the fiends
my orchestra's an ordnance, unharmonious vibes for days
yeah, but that's vs philly niggas, bottle up the nods we gave
they always having to get back to vs for pounds and shakes
if you wanna' get to the cake though, arsonal's planned escape
isn't panning out, as he reiterates his escapade
all I scene was newark niggas laid out like bricks are laid
so the wall put up against me as well would block your lanes
the battle rap community's a stalemate, I seen better graves
why I took this over's for the children I'm a' educate
gillie doing what he said philly doing on cosmic kev's
mixtape of martin luther king, and gill's from martin luther king
projects? now a south philly memory, and remember
I said beanie sig's mlk flipped, and mlk projects
in harlem's where I was last seen alive...by a philly party
israel, I like pussy if that's what you set up for me
I just heard my li'l cousin was stabbed up, he's nursing
his wounds, merely grazed the tombs, this his 20th birthday...

[ChristO]

...his mom's dad, my uncle, was stabbed up about 16 times
and left on the sidewalk to bleed out and die, police arrived
threw his body in a paddy wagon, endured the bumpy ride
to the e.r., but that was that...so when I look in the eyes
of niggas, I been seeing death...don't know which one of y'all them
but I had faith the streets would work out things, before I got the helm
but that wasn't the case, since I found I'm a cold case myself
ynw mell' still in his cell, we been embraced our he'll...

[ChristO]

...so, exactly, here's my movie pitch, the mmers parades movie clips
the strummers to raise summer rays in any degrees you be in
invisible inc. glue seperate parts to one whole crew we in
the feds fingertips to nail clippers, knuckles removed, noosey pricks
that is why I hiatused shit ever since that white agent stepped
to me saying I know I'm the christ's return, right, ain't expect
me to be smarter than a 6th grader, my own movie script
I've written out back in ninety-five now is my covenant
the movie can begin I'm digging in my old earth's crevaces
my bloods my c8usins, so enough of the trying-to-hex-me shit
you know vinnie paz's origins is where I bring vs back
and the buildings trump done purchased is where I was lit up at
so the word was that got back to me, no relapsing me
nor co-habitatting me after ratt-tat-tatting me
demons gave the movie title to me, the genesis
of his gun fascination like n.r.a. memberships
so ant christ demons been put wells fargo in a fix
be rock, arsonal can't run from the bar, my soldier skills
without question fruit-of-islam militant aggression
on my resume', you could live long if your first impression
of vs wasn't to set you up with your stupidity
pussy, rotti'n He'll, ars' don't act like you was built for this...

[ChristO]

...opening to apocalypse now, I been lighting up trees
before the military got me, I been bound in fatigues...
...now again, nbc's channel switched from 3 to 10
for trying to purchase nbc, bill gets 3 to 10...
...b. rock, I'm positioning you to get vs to commas
since you have a talent, I can use it, that's acknowledged
all the abusive language been to preserve the culture that
you can't deny I been put through like a rotten yogurt batch
my guard remains up, the remains of foes entertain vs
terrain's rough, know of no extraterrestrial dangers
that's beyond me, the o.m.a.n. cambodya to vietnam
restructure me to a whole man, cimematographic phenom
needed the green light to hues, how do yo feed lightening fuel
that's with air friction, I'm the best at non-fiction, a tightened noose
these niggas' necks will never forget, ever seen smoking sweat
having strong enemies is a blessing, huss', u know the rest...

[ChristO]

...my twin called me up last year on this date...
...things went as far as it can go, eh. will see...

...exactly twin, there's nothing left for you to say, you said you have
to be a beast with the sex [666], and I ain't get lip service yet
after my response to 6.4.06 was "suck my d!#k"
and I really mean that shit since you really was my bitch
trying to get my uncle to murder me's some sucker shit
my ole mother born as my c8usin from what her mother did
against me 1995, demons born 5.1.99
and now I'm setting war up around richard allen from 1-9?
to scare whiteyes half to death, the uninvited out-of-breath
I'm unexicited 'bout your deaths because my life was out of death
I'm to nyc wit' mine is why fillies shut me down and clowned
since philly shot me down with rounds, ask n.o.i.'s about it now
ask f.b.i. without a mouth, silence is on without a doubt
the rise of the black messiah's when my strong limp's now aroused
and fillies not passing go without that, I'm from out-of-bounds
to spare myself from philly's tireless efforts to count me out
so you're right, there's nothing left to say now since you came out
of hiding on me who'll knock your frame out, there's no way out...

[ChristO]

...gods on either side to bring me alltogether, we own the prince
of the air, and I been positioned at air sign of ocean bench
presser, there's no you extracting shit from my own income source
throwing a debt on me and then skipping off, you been done lost
and as an example shown, I strategized the war to come
the details each prior verse illustrated with more to come
enoch held as a captive audience, whose ass now has the runs
I'm solidified, these streets a real mirage since acting dumb
gods speaking through me easily now, I am the wu'ether man
precipitation made by the sweat glands of the lesser than
it was ninety-three upon my return to maka that
wu'tever connects to reach me brushed up on the we'llcome mats
of the breeze to the wynne', and where I'm from's the unwelcome mat
getting too close to the truth about me's where the He'll I'm at
have yet to enjoy my retirement since being put to rest
the movie begins where the movie ends, I booked the mess...

[beautifulrock]

[ChristO]

...it was '98, a young bul from pittsburgh gave me some word
about the o-man, supposed to be greater than god, sounds absurd?
the details he gave, o-man's greater than both god and dog
youngin's birthdate the same as mine, a muscular docile bul
at twelve years-old, at a camp william penn, I was counselor
I resonated to that back then but was not out to push
any second-hand intel...now low-and-behold, I'm O.
born between G. and D.'s birthdates, sue wut is it GOD is owed
cambodia to vietnam's colorful display when I
got back home in '92 of bloods and crips portraid, did I
leave for two years and come back to a los angeles clone
or could I contain that to them asians, when phila phoueng
passed away from a bullet, phi-pho I been created
the exercise of which to sharpen wits of philly natives
against a philly foe as 5-4 the code, four steps ahead
sue wut's our motto: apocalypse now! and so it is
the o.m.a.n, I'm 13 minus 13 equals zero
cancelled out energy, as-if I am not here though
incapacitated as-if procrastinated
so all I have is patients to break code out the matrix...

[ChristO]

...yeah, so brother 'leem, the objective is to bring me back to life
no more of the memes against me, barack's fitting pussy to my pipe
line to reach me is 1-800-a-tone, and fillies not making it
with animal cracker faces to me while thinking that they're safe from me
what's a safe to me but where the bodies hidden at, the rotti'n decomposed
me and adolf hitler's [apostle paul] handywork, napolean's just reaching close
for a credit score as-if to discredit me until he puts me on
I'm still the same ole' esau/isa, later formerly known as ghengis khan
now leemo, you said you want your own shit, I scene you got your own church
considering I'm right about you being richard allen, that's c. con's turf
in north philly, the r.a.m. squad done fell apart, social media captured it
before that, chali con wanted to burn that black inc book that mentioned 'em
said to me "you know I gotta' kill him, right," speaking of which there's no telling
what I'm a' do to 'em if there's a leak from any gasket on this thread, and
my wardrobe is so elite, the whore shows up missing teeth for just spilling
anything 'bout where I cum from as I'm being summoned, juror selection
the i.r.s. out to stiff me for six racks now, student loan took my tax
return, I'd be spit roasting racks of 'em, but I play the game until my axe
to grind's under the game's chin, my church catalogue explains the main theme
there's the c.o.o. [church of obediance], and then there's infidelphia, clearly not the same thing...

[ChristO]

...I love you young cousin tanya, wish I could save you just to show you
I'm your savior, have you flip through these pages where I made the
successful effort to spare you of cancer cells, what can you tell
of this world to know it's septic, I'm ain't-I-christ, my self
in-question, but I never walked around feeling confused
I walked about feeling absolutely lit and shortened fused
I first met you between the pews, you liked the way I flip my pen
you were about 9 years-old around then if I comprehend
correctly, you had a lot of questions, I had answers
your big eyes widening, mouth smiling innocent as lambskin
a northwest d.c. native, section where I was last seen
alive in 1865, a john booth made a bad scene
of me, fatally shot with a philadelphia derenger
one hundred six years later philadelphia's mystory
born still as a still-born to give word past my physical
I'd fight tooth-and-nail if I could restore your physical
my own might just didn't do if you just cannot recup-
erate, I wrote a part for you in my script, and I refuse
to change shit, so consequence comes on the resistance to my word
and that's a movie unto its own self, wished ju would had learned
I can't accept compromise on my part, the hallowed grounds
directly under my feet, barack, why tread shallow grounds
of swamp land, where baby food was iddy-biddy baby coons
I ain't playing, I ain't a stooge, nimrod you was made a fool...

[ChristO]

...so, let's talk about false imprisonment, such a predicament
being trapped in a cell 49 years for shit that I
didn't do but being charged with, so if I own the false
charges and commit to that, you niggas will not get to rap
against me, I'm a' see to that, I book the disease to contain
obama...inside these wtc walls to refrain
from gossip...brock have the doors padlocked when it's about
the broccoli...auditorium packed, my word is my word,
no options...who tried to make the horus story what they want
to have me repeat what I said I'm a' only say once
my dance the day-one, philly made it into the wu-tang
I'm part of aphillyations, ain't acquaint yet with the wu-tang
the combination to crack the safe is me, never was safe
to test me, I heard niggas died for that, never mistake
my manners for mahatma ghandi's, I'll leave you sloppy's
the only thing to pre-occupy my mind 'til you cop sleep
right where you don't wake, family eats cater food at your wake
twin was talking a basement and gator food's a foe's fate
if I had to make this up, you tell me, I'm a closed face
like I said, I know my killers, to gods still I'm a cold case
phila. body bag banners done snatched souls from their soulmates...

[ChristO]

...yeah we gots to pay for what we been eating, metaphysical grievance
some see conspiracy in everything, but it's what we been breeding
me, I prefer to control with a leash on everything breathing
for gold and platinum chains, former slaves been risking their freedom
ransome been paid by none other than Him, but suckers still leeching
mosquitos to tapeworms, at me suh'm's still eating
domincan and asian corner stores 'bout to get eaten
our extortion racket's so tight, no calling police when
nine one one is a joke to me since vesey and church streets
veci cannot usurp me, under-earth him for unearthing me
and at twenty-three hundred hours now's the countdown round-about
I fought so hard, my knuckles are nun-chucks, what u call vs now
when I define self thus define my surroundings as a war
that shaped my mental state to gorge out your life from all your pores...

[beautifulrock]

[ChristO]

...yeah, now, barack h. obama, do you follow, b-rock now know
b-rack to barack's the outcome, can u now show me how I've grown
I'm overt since being covert's been to disintegrate my form
to integrate with silicon and see me gone with no decorum
since I'm not food to play with, my weight pressed on your plates is
enough to earthquake cupboards and cabinets off of their fix-
tures on the walls I crack and bottle, fiends lighting the bics to smoke
I used the bic ink against paper, and it would signal smoke
cali's a bent cigar, hollywood's soon to be engulfed in flames
the shape of things is done by my own hands same as molding clay
mrs. smith I mold in sh8pe, she likes g8rls because she craves
to know who I am to her as her only man because she came
to meet and greet me, when we on the same page, we eat each other
simple arithmetic, upon the earths' end, we knead each other
gods being punished for loving israel and hating me
gods shoulda' seen it coming, I'm pissed as hell, and you ain't me
when I split gods ocean into rain drops and mist particles
that five-percent talk ain't doing shit to stop my harvest of
pathologic equalizers, my face on 5.00 per 0.01
as I flip, what gods getting is no way out the mess
fillies been auditioning to me since I when was born
copping pleas to me after-the-fact now will be the norm'
because english ain't cutting it, I kidnap pussy cells
and you still ain't up on it, your vaginal ducts to pales
niggas semen's up for sale, bleaching seeds with caususoids
when I speak it's just a noise, brush off warning signs annoyed
before you know it, before I show up, the bombs employed...