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the 69
...again, ay, gods gotta' pay for letting demons see and greet me first
and before I came clean, my physical laid to rest would feed dirt
gods gotta' answer for every foul thing I did and 'bout to do
gods not the answer since I'm not alive to 'em to route each move
when did my mama mary smith die to be born as c8usin sha'
we'll make up number sixty-nine, and gods being outlined in chalk
that's how I castigate the elohim, it's either them or me
gods one chance to receive me was two fifteen twenty sixteen
allah b. real like cypress hill, all-law be me from power hill
and how I could just kill a man is all too real for those two reels
how's it matter to me, I been decaesed more than half a century
the shock value of me just showing up on your map's incentive
enough after enough die due to shock springs absorb in recoil
the spoils of war is what I'm here to hoard, my own company boils
steam from our pores without sweat while keeping a cool calm collect look
sha's on my arm, I don't sweat our blood thais, I proof all my text books..
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air born
...I'm supposed to be righteous is my guess, my steps been right-to-left
to prevent switching hips or a broken wrist, now my life's been pressed
since being air born to the age of my death resuscitated
via conception with no contraception, my mother ain't think
of getting pregnant, I became her best present, ever since then
pick any verse in my roladex to reflect what I just shed
light on, my right arm stronger, still a southpaw though, my sidearms towed
the bic writing fluid was my lighter fluid, my life on-hold
no longer since covid-19, I want the smoke, it's no pipe dream
the gates to He'll might oblige me, the gates of He'll under my wing
under duress with no chance to survive me, they're under arrest
as I police the mess, no vaccine to inject under some threat
I'm revelation 1-3X, did u forget, what's making cents
to me, attempt to get ahead of my wits, end up basted crisp
a pandemic declared by who migraine headaches I gave out to...
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239 arch
...I'll contain the u.s. flag my own self, my house sewed up the flag
you patronize with that, what do you owe vs, I sews up the bag
who been trying to drape us with them colors to secure safety
of what's considered whites priviledge to breathe the same air that scrapes me
propagandize a contagion, some real fake shit that's real flagrant
I still could care less, the whole white world I'll waste's what I been stating
hear that as the whole wide world I'll waste since you don't heed protocol
and fillies streets been supposed to had scene what I been honing strong
I won't waste my time with this much longer, 239 arch street's
for coloreds niggas fight and die over, whites burning-cross torched sheets
my origin nation's fillies presentation, you're taking cue
from vs, so when you eat you owe vs, we're not imitation food...
...the u.s. to remain trump'd, cont'd...
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the gates to He'll
...when I walked around gates' school of the future to confiscate it
the zig-zach-zig was in seattle pounding the gates foundation
somebodies gotta' pay with their own lives, I see how gentrified
their unwise demonic sideblinding nuclear holocaust
format's been being broadcast from that future school black pupils fuel
in 2020 vision, being blind's no excuse when you're food
so a big shout out to andrew goodman, a jew murdered with
michael schwerner and james chaney who were then dug from a pit
philadelphia missisissipi burned to get the verdict in
philadelphia pennsylvania burns a wick short-fused to glimpse
the second that the nuke reacts, the first mistake's always the last
no good you do outweighs your bad, who told you that? that's both y'all ass
that's how muhammad ibn thinks, 'round me he doesn't get to think
found me booking the black brothers inc. he's in, who riddled me's
now clueless how to seek refuge from me, I own the gates to He'll
and as everyone is born into sin, there's no escape from He'll...
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the elect'trick chair
...barack, they ain't want me to reveal your birthdate at scorpio
who was that agent who approached me '98, what would you know
the police murdered three of my blood relatives deceased and born
again, and acab agents riding my way they said, we ain't torn
within, so george soros is a mark, I'm the marksman, now who else
a heartbeat away from eternal deaths, I will not share my wealth
which is my people, with those evildoers' conjuerings from sex
how I book the sins be my own business, publishable when cleansed
so barack, you gave a shout out to chali mack, that's chali con
I'm keeping trump in that elect'trick chair to fry, my word is bond
biden and kamalah are targets to be judged, I be the judge
a friendly game of baseball between vs locked down a world of duds
the main source metaphores at that, the twelve let off for corpsing blacks
but adam's adolf, we're a pact since 2000, who's corps'ing that
6-1 and locust street now felt the heat fourteen times, won't keep on
being showcased as victimized by lowly swine no fork teethed on
I work the loophole in skybox number 113 at the linc'
and forever kill little nicky dead one thirteen seventeen
fillies exclusivity's mines, He'll's in perpetuity's shrines
to annex square miles at at time until the whole u.s. is mine
obama's in his whales' pockets since body-snatched and raised awkward
and jacquelyn's will kill all u, pandora's box the main offense
barack, I have a job for you, turn it down, and the paint's your lid
popped open, I'm not asking if you wit' it, where you waste you hid...
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georgea floyda [r.i.p. to uncle joshua]
...the mission statement as I been drawing out my manifesto
r.i.p. to great uncle joshua, his white co-workers saw fit to
murder him out of jealousy, back in jacksonville florida
between there and georgia's where him and his siblings was coming up
memorial day 2020 I caught wind of da' 5 bloods
the same day george floyd was kneed to death, the sins of the whitewash
the end of their time, thus the 5K been rising to find them
scrambling for their white lives trying to appease GOD who I am
the sign language is therefor letting me know shit's the world's notice
hand over all gentrifiers to me for me to implode them
israel's done bobbing and weaving, clean my cum from ya' colon
by taking the hit, no more thievery, give up what u owe me
the cotton fields of niggas souls, the white barricades didn't know
their reward's death for thinking kudo points earned swearing niggas slow
harriet tubman shoulda' been made money, but they stalled the plans
then george was set up over a fake twenty claim, that store should hang
israel u asked if I like what u done set up for me, think
the corona's the result of u blocking me from being scene
for every edit of my word u done made u will have to pay
and I ain't taking a vaccine for shit, as I collapse the gates...
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the black chamber
...see, the elohim broke through the black chamber mind control construct back
in '93, that was the wu'tang's debut, me, I was brought back
from fort jackson to homebase, linked with the eous in my sleepwalk
the wu' ether seeking me out, I battled through that with each thought
niggas was coming for my neck, wanted me birthed in the new yolk
all I knew's philly's what I rep, even if fillies birds blew off
me as a flea, I didn't flee, wound up hunting down who killed me
in them south philly streets trying to keep lids on it, the real me
being feared most, living as 13's ghost, nevermind 13 ghosts
and now my god tells me rca folds and wanna' give me throat
so here go, who wanted to erase my end goal, they barely know
the work I put in can't be editted out, degenerates don't
quite get it, so time limits shown, con knows I'm the grace period
I own the black chamber, this the way shit's gonna' play, period...
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...so if I fall back on my da' 5 bloods pt. 2 verse for now, sue wut u gon' do then...
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10-31-2020, 01:34 PM
#100
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10-31-2020, 03:39 PM
#101
...now, sony/rca is back to wanting to do business with my god. well, so my demands must be met, without question or further contest. I will repost my da' 5 bloods pt. 2 verse, for the 3rd time now, sunni nuff. keep it up. don't know how many more warnings u gon' get, eh...
Last edited by ChristO; 11-01-2020 at 08:43 AM.
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10-31-2020, 09:13 PM
#102
like that's the rave
...so whatever they're waiting on to happen, I been said let's have it
procrastination isn't their motive, it's been dead entrapment
we been over this how many times, I just rewind acetate
my life so far is routine enough my footprint tracks the same
the aging process on me's some attempt to collapse my age
in other words my era, bury me alive like that's the rave
so twin, if you're trying to reach out to me, what palpitates
and why, is it the fear all-law that I now calculate
motivates your speaking term to choose syllables carefullest
as opposed to your previous carelessness when aware I'm this
eternally mass-murderous beyond physical attributes
of terrorism, a female's labor pains won't pass for booths
no supermen against me can crack a tooth, I trash a booth
still, vernacular of mine with headroom for shaq to move
on his feet, so israel, you wanna' discuss capital
with me, cool, no preschool, every punishment's capital
I wasn't born three of earth's orbits around the sun ago
if the bitch doesn't swallow mine, that'll be her chance she blew...
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10-31-2020, 10:30 PM
#103
3,2,1...
...so leem, do you now yet accept my movie terms, to question or contest
my position is just a waste of breath leading to wasted steps
it took to reach niggas, I don't plead with 'em nor do back-and-forths
nor grieve with 'em at all when the cost of denying me's their loss
you see this covid-19 shit, and we know what the 19 is
demon b8rb'ie is your niece, so I want to meet her hygene with
my own, now I told you what I can't condone, so I don't promote
the demonic shit, though that's where we from, I'm best kept unprovoked
stay mae christened my name ant christ, but that's a lesson to be learned
where I was put down 6.69, and beanie sig' rose in return
any attention to the black thought who I profiled being job
not mentioned by a philadelphia soul what streets think they know
I don't live for a second-place, and what's haram my h8Rem's safe-
keeping me against by means of giving me their fence to leap, it's
deep what we're against to be it, secrets in the sweat, so be it
lucyfer's defense deleted, israel's defense conceding
my people u'd best to leave the-fuck alone from sects u be of
see how I can sort shit out, my corona presents the feature...
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11-14-2020, 12:54 AM
#104
wu'hahn [the extinction level event, god]
...yeah, see, I'm owning the wtc site ever since vesey and church
was leveled out, I warned u do not touch the last message I perched
it's alleged 1919 the black chamber's in possession of
r.c.a. was-it, to the 36th chamber's obsession thus
of seeking me the sun tzu-wu out as The Father 13X
I'm just a tone, trying to keep my head on straight, this one thing just
kept repetative as no sedative works once I'm nudged awoke
my sleepwalk itself paved the road of the 5.00 per 0.01's blunt approach
the extinction level event's the gross, what's got u all in check
is wu'hahn, cov-i.d.'s resolve's the attempt to absolve its debts
lo'lo' on stand-by for the dick I'm about to dock on her with
hair splinters to her ribs be my intent, stuff a sock through her lips
to prequel my way to the main event, the tug-of-war's the show
the wtc's in too deep to ban me, the doors' my own
I don't make threats, I state the facts, u marked for death, and that is that
my brother enoch can mitigate my wrath 'til the clan retracts
errors in decisions to try to play the members of my cast
your masonic diplomas made of trash, my terror burns your backs
the inferno flames ate your gas, the eternal flames ain't for laughs
every wall turned to punching bags, every hurdle my legs surpassed
to unlock myself out of 113, I'm 13, who's the 1
u propping up trying to suppress me, it's nimrod, he's a punk
no formidable opponent at all to say the least of it
your prayers and pleas muzzled, asghedom's return such a deep subject...
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11-14-2020, 02:13 AM
#105
2.2.21...
...this is a wall...dead, this is you all...listen to and read up on my catalogue
I just cover the dates, not to bore with broken record repeats,
I break records to catch you all
in your sleep, waking you up in a skillet heated up, in minutes without a second in 'em
shoulda' thought for yourselves, but tariq's running from the jaguar,
and no spear chucker's defending him
the key of david cannot be took from me, your brains spill in your laps on your freemason aprons
if you knew what time it was, zion is what you niggas would call yoursleves,
and freedom ain't waiting
for me to come outside when I'm ain't-I-christ via being branded 6.69 fri. the 13th
the precept for being branded with 666 mark of the beast is I'm revelation 13
I wish my mom could see me now, the tears I'm drowning in from my people's own eyes who ain't scene me
because fillies shoulda' known better, but whatever, I'm a man with needs, not a fag' ass genie
and wtc's editting staff fired up since vesey and church streets to now unearth me
erasing verses of mine left and right, if it's costing your life, it's no threat since I'm unheard from
what's civil war then, niggas courting the pigskins, the 5K fences u in, call me the boss man
your lips exhaust wrap, carbon monoxide suicides, no time for I-told-u-so's, bleed the mosh pits...
Last edited by ChristO; 11-14-2020 at 02:15 AM.
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