from the tablets

[ChristO]

from 11.19.11, to late for the game
pardon the longwindedness:
...my head in braids designed by caprice the barber
now and then, caprice in my jargon, flow of my speech is lava
who on earth pawned they hearts for stardom? bunch of retardos
yeah, I’m sitting back looking at some 666ual scenarios
read that porno was some demon’s name..still, my semen came
pretty strong with nautical game
carpets to bedsheets, all of ‘em stained..would admit that it’s a shame
but it was in 6.69 I was slain
so, who I look at to blame? I’m past beating myself up
going crazy? pickle limp, still keeping myself up
f$ck the ladies, I’ll f%k the ladies...that’s a paradox, oximoronic
b!tches on some moron sh$t
mind ya’ biz’ if the shoe don’t fit
how you think a man gotta’ survive euro shit?
live in a closet? or die from your own shit?
‘cause lucille know suh’m you don’t get? shiii,
the code language that you won’t grip
or grasp with ya’ mind, instead suffer neurosis...fine...
...as I’m cummin [the seed], you now wonder ‘bout making a dollar sign
the obamanation’s on my side?
shiii, who knows...all I know is I’m the closer, not a closet nigga
lucille [israel], I been put my deposit in ya’..
..as to why you said you wanted to drill me, no thanks, I’m training myself
feel free to further damage ya’ health
who’s esau if I’m isa
yeah jacob, yacub is who you be, bruh
I know who you is...the profit muhammad, better be scared
‘cause I’m Allah in-the-flesh..85 centers better beware
I’m not here to elevate as you stare
I was shot down in a’ elevator, so yeah,
story similar to angel heart...luci was near
giving me hints and shit of who I was
although, I knew not to even want to know who...if I was not just good with who I am
knew it was a trap to do me in
I’m not a dumb-ass..so I gave credit to the wu’men
who luci for some reason was trying’ a’ do in
regardless, contact me thru the w8men
if I’m not in ‘em, hard not to say screw them
like fuck mother earth..but my mother birthed
mary’s baby, rose-colored neck, father burnt
purple-black pigment..so later the black set in...
..no mistaking me now..yes, I’m a black n!99a
name of ant christ, possibly for the system’s sake
beyond my mother’s knowledge
she tried suicide when I was a toddler
yeah, yeah, and so on..life spared
she prolonged to hold on..it’s a slow song
uppidy niggas had nerve enough to say that
I ain’t been thru shit and don’t know me from adam?
I mean, look, what’s to go through? I coulda’ been in prison
for murdering a nigga who said I ain’t been thru shit
why try me though? try the devil
my bad, you already musta’ tried the devil
bible-totin’ ass hypocritical grandiose judges
I’ll run up in they church and cold-bust ‘em
no justice..I’m God with justice
that’s just for putting me in danger..fuck u.s..

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

dope christo

[J.T.S.]

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...as I’m cummin [the seed], you now wonder ‘bout making a dollar sign
the obamanation’s on my side?
shiii, who knows...all I know is I’m the closer, not a closet nigga
lucille [israel], I been put my deposit in ya’..
..as to why you said you wanted to drill me, no thanks, I’m training myself
feel free to further damage ya’ health
who’s esau if I’m isa
yeah jacob, yacub is who you be, bruh
I know who you is...the profit muhammad, better be scared
‘cause I’m Allah in-the-flesh..85 centers better beware
Niceness!

[ChristO]

'preciate the recognition...
...now, this entry might be a li'l more scientific, more deep, so be it..let's begin...

...you wu’men is like, yo...I’m not the mimicking type
so I need my w8man tonight and my wu’/w8men to fight for me
a figure of light, not luciferian slight...
..tho my name broken down was ant christ, ’96
flipped from ’69 when I was shot down to the lower south
s.p., the upside-down head with a’ open mouth
peninsula paralleling the bx peninsula too
phila. experiment, who knew? the names are a few
I ain’t perpetrating any fraud
sure ‘nuff wish I ain’t have to take this shit anymore
if I wish I could help the bricks
which ones of ‘em still tryin’ a’ play tough as a brick wall
joab destined to get y’all, r.i.p. y’all
see you in our location, I’m aiming to fit y’all in a pitfall
if I’m at galilee 2.15,
was I the scientist the catholic church tried to ostricize?
nobody’s in-formation, to scared to assemble into another continent
zionism mighta’ went,
but who breaking through the linguistics?
who making moves beyond physics that’s non-mystic?
is con shifting from lucille the bitch to the profit?
naw, the bitches is not shit if I’m not picked
if the background is my back to y’all gossip
when I turn around, guess what I’m in your mouths with...
..now, what about the nature of the bankers?
why is malcom x now chase manhattan?
hexed maybe...well, it just may be he asked for it
karma builds like past storage
those who don’t like what I’m saying, ask for me
might get lucifer playing like...
...since they don’t think what I’m saying’s right...
..shiii, luci’ cannot prophesize, he’s not a prophet
t’s just about the dollar signs..so I said he’s the profit
‘cause the people is often making choices to ruin my psyche
I’m a’ go on and write this out how I’m a’ ride this out, and it’s on y’all to find me
the wu’men hold the secret then, and lucifer will not win...
..newsflash, this just in: we gon’ miss u whitney, a native of brick city
but if the bricks was with me,
they wouldn’t a’ written on my brick wall..that was shitty
did anyone of ‘em survive joab? I’m not sure
but I was cursing out new jers’ beforehand just ‘cause [2000]
and you can tell that gob a’ spit [from a.c.] on my dick that I’m real
I’ll be in a.c. looking for him..submit or die squealin’
I already showed I ain’t afraid of a gun to my head
I was killed so many times, but I’m not dead
so, they vowed to bury me alive, tho’ I have not lived
an obscure death is not my forte..don’t know how yet, but I kills..