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enter the congo pt. 9: the zoos set-up
...ay look, con, do not try to proposition the black thought, this you should back off
I am the stacked odds, I'm south philly 'til the death of me, hat's off
when shooting my shot, you heard the dog whistles? paused all the cat calls
the b8tch belongs solely to me, that's all, otherwise you're scraps dog
teeth sinking in, any beef, fish can swim with it, no left witness
and if jaquelyn yap again, that's out your cut of this business-
15-business between vs, I seen the whole set-up, I can reach her
tongue-tie her to the bedpost, give her a slit throat if she need it
she in dallas, I'm at pallas where shelliano's rounding up
who got talent, I'm a backflip, no acrobat, I'll cloud you up
philly's homicide rate shot to the moon like the year I was born
that's a prerequisite, the devil's etiquette will not be born
to try showing off on vs, I'm the cold case, and my cold-casers
within the cons sequence building, fuck prison terms and court cases
when li'l nizzy decaese, old man justice will be vindicated
a bitch dizzy to think I'm a nice nigga, I'll inundate her
with my contract demands, I write her how she's signed where ex'es marked
aroused and excited to see me, we play where dead flesh is chalked
my gods been sleeping on me, the cat's out the bag, the aftermath
the sharp increase in hommies, the zoos set-up by vs after that...
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amber and rose [unsanctioned]
...the broader public can't wait any longer, fillies optics been off
so since the first day of 2020 vision niggas been offed
increase in our murder rate non-stop, so hind sight done built up
shock waves of homicides sudden rise with no let-ups
that's me breaking out of this trap now, that's how I get up
motivated by unsolved murders like my own's how I head up
archeological architecture though, the acoustics
of no mentioning a thing, the ruthless leaving necks roofless
I never sanctioned amber rose, that white agent's team shoulda' known
the ki stone state's where I'm from, notice a spell they couldn't own
I heard voices as I walked out unemployment, summoning
the sun tzu-wu from my own resume, that's what it's been
and ghengis khan from my own resume, that's what it's been
and if I role-played as the return of christ, what's it to u.s.
all I knew is them two jailhouse niggas at westchester u.
I had moved to make 'em into dog food for pets to poop
a scoop a' that's evidence, I'll let it just grow vegetation
the invisible inc.'s mine to page, my books' education
governer corbet shut the schools down, I know now it's a waste
so what's owed to me is time you can't replace, so you will waste...
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bamboozled pt. 12 [since t.e.t: the equal team]
...see, that goes back to graffitti in s.p.'s 1980s era
t.e.t. tagged all over south philly walls, who there can tell of
our culture, the origin nation of it, no plaintiff telling
the con descended from pelan to maka, my age of felons
motivated by heat that my waves were spilling on my killers
the traveler tariq possibly king david, time would tell it
I'm thinking I was that until the cat lady blabbed his business
I already knew con was joab, new jersey been our interest
hemmed either side up through ethernal conflict, I keep 'em seperate
philly, jersey, new york city, death comes to who disrespect vs
fillies should get with me if they want me giving them protection
to reinforce their distinction if they no longer reject me
the damages been done, I'm onto the next me, can't correct me
last scene alive in manhattan by who I'm born to in s,p.
I give the jaguar time to think her next move before she test me
richard allen projects shot up the same date she barked all wreckless
richard allen's my bul saleem from s.p., my dogs on-deck with
the armories and pugilistc shields, I'm all-law, no question...
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piece, collector. mlk jr. was boule, right. that false message has no bearing nor relevance on this thread. judgement is on the whole wide world. and it's now 5 mins. 1 sec. to judgement...it's white priviledge if I let you breathe another breath, 4 mins. 54 secs. to judgement now...
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bash slash
...an 1163 address built on that lot where I hopped
over the gate, old hobo was in wait, the christ role that was dropped
on me by him then, I already silently declared I'm christ
rising from the dead, the provocateurs were met with my advice
I won't be held responsible for what I'll do to them, the knife
I had my eyes on ain't look sharp enough, if the rest of my life's
unwaivering commitment to dismember each limb while alive
of theirs, sew 'em in a mismatch, sever their limbs again, the live
feed videodrome's to hell's subscribers, I walk out the tube
into living rooms of people in panick mode, no copping 'tudes
amber rose's forehead reads what I will do to each of you
dumb tresspassing-ass pieces of fecal choo that peeked-a-boo
the coors massacre triggered by an african who told me this:
I'm a' come to the workplace to shoot him dead, and should he live
he'd eat my dick, this liberian shit stain done released a stink
I go to panera's to eat the kitchen sink, caffeine's the drink
corona's sun shower's eleventh hour codes them cowards throw
air traffic signals at each other's domes as-if I wouldn't know
some shakes wanted to bleed niggas in, I'm a leave riddled skin
and bones draping the curbs, I'm all-law and am not what people think
above your ranks by infinites stretches, my residence messed with
councilman kenyatta does have the backing of death's henchmen
all's had to happen was the opposite sex get at me
I'm balls-deep in that when the bloods regulated by vaccine-
dipped baldheads and hollowtips to fit in where they're sent spinning
to b. like me's a violent death, to see me though's a life sentence...
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unfiltered smoke..
...so why the-fuck you think a b8tch gotta' know why she attracts to me
I'm mysterious as a seed that ain't crack to reveal the plant it keeps
fillies/b8tches cum my way, and the planet freeze like can it be
unfiltered smoke from the jag, I'm the judge of what you can't believe
you completely fell for, the pedophilic funk's thick in your lungs
round off its weight in air to some twenty-eight thousand metric tons
you scene video footage, ammonium nitrate left ruins
ain't bother to connect the dots, remained dumb, blind, and deaf to this
that philly broad be wright to rant, that philly talk leave frightened fans
vs killers sparked fifteen years in advance, this darkness sniper camps
of ours are used to, decide what's your stance, you can die where you stand
with twenty-one dots covering six sides of your ripe summer tan
bloods sacrificed, you want a war? okay player, I want it all
ain't ever know how to act around a broad or for an award
the cons seeking cover? coulda' fooled me, I kept being ignored
divine intervention's a broad or more with no help from abroad
deciding to real eyes I'm known as the god father all-law...
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u ain't got a prayer in the world...
...look, I already know how u done tried to set the black thought up
now jaguar wright's mouth increasing the murder rate, u ain't thought of
any escape other than attempting to extract the con from
the whole truth, whose white pussy lips are now suckling the dark forest
u ain't got a prayer in the world and yet still egging on what ain't
turkey at all, where I'm from will find u out and ring out your face
the time and place for u to play was never here at any age
simple arithmetic, when I subtract u, who's now entertained...
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I scene it clearly
...well, so I bought the rza's wu-tang manual then wrote a code in it
in the same day to realize I was clarence 13X smith
before that, comcast threw the wu' emblem up and told me they know
who I am, so here I am in the wtc, days go
by as-if I'm being buried still fifty-one years after death
dirt shoveled on my name I had to clean's how people asked for death
rebecca the mom of vs two twins now on floor number thirteen
of the scottish rite tower, I own illuimxnati, first thing
u do's to bring l8lita to her knees to eat my huge cuisine
and keep it mm, the hipgnosis you sold to for a lucyd dream
I scene it clearly, the arts of war finishing the sparticians
I ain't back-and-forthing with anything, I slaughter's all this is
who's re-membering me before atrophy does me in, being
counterproductive to my being, reserect wut I P wit'
alll I be is the P's rep', where my story's at's what'll reap deaths
forever, nobody's clever enough to sneak them a free breath...
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the lolita express pt. 3: food
...all I gotta' do is catch up to me', and that's enough to seal
fates, the bottom-feeders feed on loads of waste enough for meals
l8lita's eager mouth done found my semen out, I'll breed her breaths
I prey that my dick reserects to find the strength to meat her spit
indeed her wit isn't enough for her to keep her sense about
her deep feelings for me around a social setting when she's out
I'm discreet as I roused the streets to bow to me to keep the heat
at a simmer, if it's dinner, be food if you want beef with me
15 years holding shit in doesn't add up when I see she kept
chalucci's name out of her mouth, but everyone else feels her whip
I'll find the price on a jag', purchase the whip, and then smash the grill
before she gives my money up to the system, her ass is killed
and I have l8lita on-tap by then, she brings me g8rls herself
the world knows how to reserect me now, I seized the globe myself...
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6.12 my last day alive
...so, 247 and 365 days after
my last d.o.d. I was born again, and them mathe-
matics add up to 612, and on 6.12 of '69
is when I let my old mamma know that I was prepped to die?
I gave my first-borns some final instructions, and my ride
back home in a taxi cab to 112th? and no surprise
being shot down in an elevator to He'll as my demise
waking up a newborn in south philly was no mirage
it's 24/7 and 365 days every three
years and 366 on the leaps, a lock on every key
here, I seen my children and grandchildren in videos
me having a life of my own's respect due really though
whoever has sight to see enough and knows I've seen enough
earths rotation around the sun was never keeping up
earths energy could never keep me up, so bleeding chumps
to death might be remedy enough, then I'll be in-touch
c8usin shadiah, this isn't me plotting, it's just what it is
between us two because of their plotting to do more than just
cancel me to zero, I been told you when they're ready
they will kill me, right? you won't know until you're ready
to know who you are to me, to had traveled this far for me
just to scoff at me then trying to hold back falling hard for me
fillies auditioning to me, your mother did this shit to you
love her anyway though, my lover's destined to be you
the rest of these shrewd uppidy bitches fold under pressure
their test results minus f's and zeroes, so you bring our guests here...
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fillies not real, yet...
...now, remember the self-destruction song played as I made my way
into akeem's party, to hug marva who had made her wage
against me...and later that night's when las vegas got lit up
to fifty-nine bodies was-it, and that's 'cause I won't let up
so any false peace cannot unarm me, these philly jawns be
pretty-much shit outta' luck acting as-if they really want peace
we are not in asia minor, turkey, I'm out to hurt these
philly streets is all there is to it, fillies unworthy
of me, and no I was not bringing anybody else in-
to my beef between me and them, it's been either me or them
in proper time, I'm stripping the paint from those facades of yours
fillies not real yet until their bottoming-up on my drawers
your d8ughters will wet, there's not a nigga here who can protect
when I brassiere-snap these b8tches chests free, all that intellect
out the window, they still buying hair, irons to their follicles
and don't know the first thing about surviving this holycost
embodiment of who I be, and so all I see when I see
these little young girls is future bitches trying to outsmart me
into a splintery coffin, I can consider these options
I either take the b8tches temperatures or steamroll their housing
any nigga poke out his chest plate, left in dishwashers
I'm not at-all about the back-and-forth with a bitch options
I present the gift of gab' to y'all, that's my best offer
stray off of the reservation, lost sheep will get slaughtered
close-knit the sweater onto me, nix the cold shoulders
and I'll think about who can be spared from my guns' toters...
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role call [the dark tower poster pt. 2]
...peace to ice corleone, rest in peace to me's what people thought
gods intuition wasn't down-to-the-core where evil's stored
my bloods my c8usins, let's start this off between me and the mom
that I was taken from back in sixty-nine, repeat and pause
buttons pressed, no eject, I'm not a reject, receipt with costs
is what you looking at when sites locked onto me, the peeping toms
never noticed I master bait whoever saw me masturbate
two fists with enough left over actually, she gasps to me
the role call is a family feud a brawl is no answer to
it'll be only me that your broad answers to when having to
brother saleem on-call when a ransome been due, that's for capital
with no capping, it's all action with no acting, we're the actual
chali con done said it out his mouth about what we have to do
when I oblige, I'm all-out with mines until your pastors spew
fond memories to your loved ones about who you were to them
I know better, my bloods a cold weather, you never was a friend
traces of my bloods showing up where you rest, and all you can
say is closety shit out ya' mouth to have me hawk this spit
from guns I mentallly maneuver, got the patients to prove it
a bitch saddling up after-the-fact's basically stupid
me getting rid of evidence is scabs basically clueless
that I am soo-woo the one being called out by their recruiters
find 'em in suitcases packed not to board on our fuselage
won't contaminate our batch of newbians with uzi's shit
I'm all-law, but don't think I spit what 100 kufis spit
niggas ain't in-touch with me at all, their bitches shoo'ed me since
the days my niggas gave me the name rulerfoot, who'd a' thought
I'd have vs eating off your states license plates, that's food for thought..
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event 2001-'21
...omega christened me god father all-law, and this the end for y'all
considering you kept brushing me off as a pretend alarm
people are scared to breathe now, world in a freeze how luc's cipher done
out of desperation, event 201's been 2001
to twenty one ['21], because 2021 is the last checkpoint
to ZION, what it means for zionist imposters last rig joints
people empower the deception, my houses I'm protecting
read on how I built my offensive the hour I been present
watch how the enemy dance all around the body I safeguard
via my own rendition of obey my law or be chainsawed
the u.n. couldn't get a foothold in my home, the world is fucked
the house of cards luc's cipher built being met by my big bad woof
disasterous is the hook after the jab, countries cannot cop
pleas to me in the language they please, the fees feed my bank account
find a pattent to covid, we want the money? that's a soul dead
the bill covers the debt put on me by the banks thought to own bread
the process of elimination's mine to pick who dies and which
weapons used, how many lose, not a b8tch near me gave any clues
'cause I refused to float as a fairy tale since I'm very real
sue wu'en b8tches showing up for a meal, my dick ate sealed the deal
I'm caffeined against any forced vaccine, so I'll break bread with close
selected jurors, the measure to which the u..s. mass I own..
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