a tone

[BornPower]

shot after shot and the deaf wonder at the scene's destruction...

[ChristO]

...this be a shout to a hues brother, or whoever tagged the subway station up on broad & girard...
...say chump, who you think you got helled hostage
manhattan drove the truck, I was just on my grind shit
ay, anytime today what you want is what can happen
my monk key pause to scrape a face-off, shit be accurate
was under broad & girard reading the walls, think I’m acting? shit
pay up the debt owed to me for ever demanding shit
suck a dick the length and width from kings to the hamptons, shit
I ain’t here to be a patriot, I’m here to r.i.p. to shreds
any treasonous act though, the reason you can’t go
there with me, I been buried y’all, face the fact though
yeah, say suh’m does happen in iraq
who tripped it off after pissing me [allah] off? it’s your fault
but uh, keep writing shit on walls that keep drawing, I’m for it
if I beat a rock, it’s manhattan, so don’t force me
couldn’t tell you if I’d rather love than to hate
but my reasoning dies with philly, so it’s no more to debate...

[ChristO]

the voice of mine may be nourishment to hunger
but wonder, while I’m still up, you slumber on any words to come with?
let me, the gift of gab’ guide you through it
you think I’m comfort food, for thoughts to consume by your own will to move me?
naw, dig how the buildings crumbled, check how the living stumble
now post the time it is, and who assume I’m humbled
my path ain’t to be in the way of, as I define self
@ 7:30, dialed a friend to feel how our paths meld
the blood’s rushed to my manhood, she called me up
man, how I’m a’ save lives when the crime’s down and cameras’ up
who get recognized then, so I’ll snap pics and videos of
shit to give freedom a buzz against heathenous love
be up tangled in it, rope to mangle a neck with
I’m God, and I’m a’ have sex with ya’ bitch if she test me
be a bitch if you test me, why-you-gotta’-be-a-beast-with-the-sex shit
twin, I’m twin, paper’s what I’ll beat a rock to death with...

[ChristO]

...I’m a’ cum clean ‘til I spit out the dirty seed
the world I guess need to feel the sense of urgency
c/b power energy I generate for selfish reasons
will the u.s. recover? not so dam u.s., selfish heathens
my nigga declared once-and-for-all, harlem’s not for sale
same day, wall street crash-and-burning, no opt to bail
it’s on, aimed the amen at a whitehead, the poster said
get mine or get naked, we got hostages, close the crib
manson wanted to roast the pig, I still get messages
michael nutter’s nut-ass wanted to welcome in tresspassers
so I’m nyc huh, they sure they wanted to go there with me
I just want the bing’ now, everything ‘bout to be blown crispy
bush not breaking a sweat ‘til this weekend, when I’m pounding bush
love keep my tower up, 302’d how I’d come up
stacking pics of twelve columns, no time to play twelve possums
either you is or you ain’t, I’m a lay hell on ‘em...

[ChristO]

...twin’s name showing up as-is, was it a glitch
or really trying a’ get in with that columbian chick
setting up a’ intricate link into the business
I’m working the cain though, in position to clentch him
world series, super bowl, stanley cup and nba championship
just to let ‘em know that I been right here
mm wrapped around my dic...dumb bitches
denied me, so the bush think as if he built
just wait ‘til a bitch resistance I break into bits and pieces
remember 1974 if you’s get my meaning
they like to scream about who created what
was it nyc/nicaea as to why I had it rough
buried in overdevelopment, no settling
gotta’ at least pay credit, of the eternal debt to me...

[ChristO]

...yeah, I wanted the basil green, not basil to face a stream
of lead poison, shot 13X? is that what I mean
last night, the 11th hour, into the morning
heard bul didn’t make it, my neighbor is mourning
all in front of my house with clips, phillies all-out for it
real blood’s still in the street, I just walked around the ish
shii, where my killers at, dig me? I’m bound to hit
suh’m when my amen/aiming’s right, no doubt that the world is mine
it’s simply because I know where lucy hides
be on jacub’s ass like shit ‘til the day I die
no fear about it, just following the shit up
30 nickels? hemmed up when the snub hiccup...
...lol [world series, esau/isa]...

[ChristO]

.05kuts, stay up. trues. I got a skeleton crew...match coming up...

[ChristO]

Originally Posted by ChristO

...yeah, I wanted the basil green, not basil to face a stream
of lead poison, shot 13X? is that what I mean
last night, the 11th hour, into the morning
heard bul didn’t make it, my neighbor is mourning
all in front of my house with clips, phillies all-out for it
real blood’s still in the street, I just walked around the ish
shii, where my killers at, dig me? I’m bound to hit
suh’m when my amen/aiming’s right, no doubt that the world is mine
it’s simply because I know where lucy hides
be on jacub’s ass like shit ‘til the day I die
no fear about it, just following the shit up
30 nickels? hemmed up when the snub hiccup...
...lol [world series, esau/isa]...

...yeah, well, it was in the newspaper that bul basil [r.i.p.] suffered four shots to his chest/torso area. my neighbor told me it was 13 shots fired at the bul altogether. man, I ain’t even gon’ get into it, all in front of me and nextdoor neighbor’s houses. my neighbor washing and scooping blood and pieces of dude off her porch and from her sidewalk and the middle of the street. I know what it is, just as I wrote it...yeah, so I want the bing...

[ChristO]

man, if you occupy any space, and think I got time to waste
you in denial of my rightful place? when this ain’t the time or place...
...like anthony [suprano] to christopher, but I’m anthony christopher
following my own orders...my manners is shitty, huh
I don’t answer to anyone, if my answers to anyone’s
questions about my language, don’t sink in ya’ craniums
man, look, be careful about your approach to a challenge
if against me, there can be rent for ya’ spot on the planet
put ya’ bitch-ass to use, man, if you trying to curse me [God]
sleep in a hearse, thank God if you wake up in a nursery...
...lol [land of linc']...

[ChristO]

...yeah, ahight, the bul diggy? here go, I'll break it down again...
...where I get my information from? where I learn what I know from...
...see, naw, I'm not a scholar, I just ain't much of a follower...I see it in the air I breathe what people is swallowing...
...mic checked 12.12...when they supposed to had calculated the date of the end of the world, from the mayan calendar, is 12.12 or December of 2012. shii, why not ask me what's with all the mexicans [mayans] on the grounds all-of-a-sudden.
also, I'm saying, that I'm a' slaughter the mic. the emcees don't know what they mean when they say that. it's a contract on michael the archangel's head, by say the sadism, or say the mic done did it to himself. how christ put it to simon peter...yeah, I'm zig-zagging, so it look like...
...shii, I be thinking cats wanna' try to test me, they come at me like they don't understand suh'm. look, don't take this shit for granted, that I'm even participating with the public. be careful how you approach questioning born knowledge. don't know what I'm saying, honest enough I guess. some got the patience. others not worth saving...too many on some real selfish shit, so...

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by ChristO

.05kuts, stay up. trues. I got a skeleton crew...match coming up...

peace 2 da true gods. the infiltraitors r not ready 4 us. blessings upon u and urz

[ChristO]

Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton

peace 2 da true gods. the infiltraitors r not ready 4 us. blessings upon u and urz

...trues, closing in on all infiltraitors, exactly. lol...I crossed paths with the judas iscariot [30 nickels...1.50, I (a tone) am hemmin’ shit up now] on day of 11.9.08. taking it back to tradition...

[ChristO]

...she began to speak to me on september first
an interception, I was directing my rap to her
sibling rival who survived the 9.11
but she was at where she was meant to
speaking of a merger, romance and sex contrasting war
stiff in her raw, cummin clean and pressing on
shit’s like about what the streets been looking for
as if she sirius for real about this bul...
...don’t mind me, I’m just a lonesome nigga
damage already done, can’t hone-in on my business
she accommodate me and can hardly hate me
I’m stronger when I’m up underneath her waist
tree up like when x-mas here, the gift that kept giving
I’m jah’, smoked out and born stoned to end the fibbing
who kept a soiled body underneath a rock
I just want my peter hard as a rock in her cock
any adjustments are just to free my time up
I’m building the church on s.p., where y’all prime chuck
the pilgrims ain’t give you the hint y’all time’s up?
my wedding to the church happening now, now what
the women wanna’ reach, used to say I’m a momma’ boy?
prove that shit, ‘cause when I rep’ now I’m your boy?
it’s been plain all my life what s.p. called me out as
I’m still one swinging dick with a fit pair of gonads
fighting my way outta’ the skin they put me in
finding a way outta’ the shit they doo-doo’ing...
...and what I give as input computes to girl
don’t have any doubt how I run through them girls...

[ChristO]

lemme’ tell you...I tackled and slam-danced on satan
looked in the mirror, I was esau, the same hate I’m hating
hands dirty, wasted, my twin a bit shaken
the snake that grabbed at my heel as a baby
being born out of the same womb, and out of it came two
they said I ain’t have common sense and was lame too
...but ever since, I been container of the heat
walking the streets, me trying to catch up to me
that’s my life story for real for real, the pride and glory
was not for me, who out to find my bones in storage
I was burned to ashes...they think I’m like molasses
slow and they thought it was sweet, ‘til being laid to pasture
like I’m being made to answer for others’ actions?
shii, they better find a pastor, they don’t know what I’m after
it’s more than a lunar eclipse, I thought out the lunatic about me
as God’s mercy is real, never doubt it
yeah, I’m here, so if you doubted, peek-a-boo, bitches
what is two masters, twin, but me and you, nigga
going at it from the womb, just a habit I assume
to think of death on a’ non-stop basis ‘til the tomb
grace is for the food, and prey just got ate-up and consumed
them lost angels faced with they doom, pray I’m just a fool
‘cause what I say scaring the living daylights outta’ many
yeah, obama won, see, the 5th is not a plaything...
...my word is my word, it ain’t changing up
not a tresspass got any transpass, I’m rearranging you’z...

[ChristO]

...hey mommi, you trying a’ make money and what-not?
ring! ring! I take it you that you won’t botch
the plan to smuggle me, they ain’t had enough of me...
...they ain’t grabbin’ up on me, they just crabs in buckets, see
I’ll leave ‘em stuck in a boiling kettle of malt liquor
trying a’ kill me, all of my life just getting sick and
tired like a goodyear, bodies be the road kill
my bul mark another nigga that the roads killed
back-and-forth with my ole’ grounds 2-4
my girl grieving since her cousin got july 4th’d
my blood ain’t leaking from my body any
my wounds healed up, my mind too inclined to get ‘em
where my killers at, where them niggas at talking shit at that
a tone, or it’s just a long drawn out tit-for-tat
nowadays, I look up, be like “where the buildings at”
so now the wtc’s where I’m living at
women best to have sense to give up the kitty-kat
‘cause if I’m being born, I’m up in ‘em, no need for rap
angels, I’m a’ handle any beef, gotta’ leave it up to me
it’s nothing but a burger hill, I’ll beat up the streets
any slip, luci [twin] from-the-gate spitting up the heat
and I’m a’ have a massacre before word even get back to me...
...so, yo...the world of philadelphia’s too much hell for you’z
I’ll give up the bullets, not the guns, you’z can’t tell it’s us...
...[lol]...