Sutr

[ChristO]

...forgive what I give, guess I’m just stressed to live
whether dressed to kill or decked in hand-me-down threads
whatever I seen, tried to present like the gift now
should just make you do like jbm’s motto, get down
follow, what do you not get now, I shit brown
my spit clear, so you hear it from me, you hip now
like what a belt buckle on, you got a grip now?
chairs musical, you won if you can sit down?
don’t know many standing up for me if any
wtc act like it done had enough a’ me
ain’t givin’ up my people, I just swig on the diesal
fuel for me is ether fumes, flow be finding nemo
this is it, a verse pasted in, the dosage lethal
non-believers, who gon’ pray for them, I toured thru evil
piece though..my way a’ saying shit ain’t peace though...

[ChristO]

...ay, ironic, black thought and beanie was rhyme partners
sparring bars at my nig’ don’s house often
23rd and mckean, his li’l youngins
being in the streets of s.p. was rough and
the pride was built from the legacy, being survivors
of bodied family and friends, up in this parlor
the ice, the cream was all part of the melodrama
and 2-4 is the origin where we was all from
how columbia records ever picked up on it
had my uncle talking crazy ‘bout a necktie’s coming
taylor made, but I’m a’ say I’m a’ check on suh’m
them skull and bones I’m a’ have broken up and crumblin’
the home of the philadelphia experiment
tiles in the city streets saying ressurect the dead
on 2-4, symbol of planet jupiter
got martin luther king jr. shootin’ niggas up
got adolf hitler just getting outta’ prison
and lucky luciano on some jbm shit
and marcus garvey passed away again, couldn’t hold him
my cousin ellsworth bumpy johnson? yo, I tole’ ‘em
I schizzed out in ’96, that’s ’69 flipped
and ’69 is when 13X was shot to death
whether you believe or not who I am, it doesn’t matter
The Father The Sun’s born again ’71, scattered
2.71 I was born, 5.71 gods sought me out
founded power hill, made my knowledge real...
...everyone of us ressurected was 2-4 representatives
this is no lie, stranger than fiction is...
...phila. body bag, pa! to the death with this...
...now you knowing why they hardly ever mentioned us...

[ChristO]

...united south/south nation in the bldg...

[ChristO]

...them niggas outsidus will be tough when they stiffs
and the beans’ talk gotta’ get chopped down nevertheless
the giants gon’ get down-sized with no problem
the devils gon’ stay unsolved cases regardless
of any feds when I’m fed-up and still starving
and anywhere that I step on, I’m getting honored
this is not a made-up story, it’s a cover story
as long as luciano insisted to cover for me
grounds for beef when the grounds is breached
gob a’ spit on my dick when I’m down the beach
coulda’ had some bul kilt’, but the scene was too hot
I’m a real philly gun, nothing but air and two palms
..I know this nigga, he wanted to get in with the
mafioso, I might just have to end nigga
merlino declared war back in ‘99
how media put it, I’m to ny [tony]...who ‘bout to die
don’t be tryin’ a’ protect your bul
if you know the laws of the land, you know allah’s who I am
south philly is my camp, if the brothers okay with it
put the stamp of approval on it, let me reign with it
..guess who turn into a blood stain, blood
you tell me, thought I told y’all gay fuks
I’m tryin’ a’ save children who salvageable
eat you whole is what the beast’s palate’ll do
this is not a contest, I’m not challenging you
it’s a no-contest, you a challenge to who
who I am is about to cancel you out
run up in chase bank, grab the bags and be out...

[ChristO]

...nothin' but science and mathematics, my shit though...the plot [storyline] is there, runs thru the whole thread...if it's not clear enough, prahly 'cause I'm still dead but I'm still here. phila. experiment, real shit...bx [bronx] covered for [suppressed] s.p. [south phila.], both upside-down peninsulas, parallell to each other, on a diagonal, across a 90-or-so-mile width of new jerusalem [new jersey]...yo, anyway...

[ChristO]

...some more shit nobody know about, here go. takin' it back to '97...

...philly, jersey, new york...philly, jersey, new york
better be real careful about what you talk
o.g. came up to me, said he want the “battery”
in a sock I’ll give it to him, assault & battery
anyway, what the battery is to you’s
the negative [phila.], positive [nyc] charges and transducer [n.j.]
...dude singing the blues tried to ask me for it
them reds ain’t say shit, started grasping for it
I was tryin’ a’ keep shit under wraps, not in my raps
and lucius turning to a fag, bandit for ass
so I’m a’ getting’ da’ nero, it’s armeggaddon on nero
adds up to armeggadon on the children of israel
if you know jac’, but that is God’s [my] business
2-4 s.p. sig to gossiping
ass-bastidges, go right where the casket is
when I handle the mac, it’s tragic to trafficers
the whole region, how a nigga still breathin’
from the hip I hopped from harlem to s.p., and
shot dead in the elevator, covered by the b.x.
when luci’ sent telepathic messages where I rest
from n.p. to s.p., asked me to roll wit’ him
then lucy’s bones was dug up in ethiopa
this was about 1974 circa
I’m not lyin’, this sorta’ truth should make ya’ nervous
philly, jersey, new york...philly, jersey, new york
better be real careful about what you talk out in
philly, jersey, new york...
...revelations...wanna’ know the protocol? I’m the pro to call...stranger-than-fiction shit...

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by ChristO

...forgive what I give, guess I’m just stressed to live
whether dressed to kill or decked in hand-me-down threads
whatever I seen, tried to present like the gift now
should just make you do like jbm’s motto, get down
follow, what do you not get now, I shit brown
my spit clear, so you hear it from me, you hip now
like what a belt buckle on, you got a grip now?
chairs musical, you won if you can sit down?
don’t know many standing up for me if any
wtc act like it done had enough a’ me
ain’t givin’ up my people, I just swig on the diesal
fuel for me is ether fumes, flow be finding nemo
this is it, a verse pasted in, the dosage lethal
non-believers, who gon’ pray for them, I toured thru evil
piece though..my way a’ saying shit ain’t peace though...

tried to give you rep for this post but the site won't let me. what you droppin is too ill for most of the Corp, GOD. would love to get me and you on a track.
peace

[ChristO]

...yeah, time for bldg...gotta' hold our grounds, keep the grounds under our feet, so...do that knowledge, remain in-formation...

[ChristO]

...solid .5kuts. like clockwork, right on time. just like I said, united south/south nation, in the bldg...

[ChristO]

...my brother jazz fresh believed in me, he battled kane two times
used to call me his young buck and have me spit rhymes
I rolled with 1-9 avenue, it was don, trick,
moussee, cleveland, forty, toby, and young bul ant
cooking up rocks, had the crackhead who could make the big ones
forty’s mom trippin’ whenever the noise level [in the house] went up
and crew had me going to the chinese store
to purchase the o.e.’s, coquis, red bulls...
drink on the way to school, drink more after school, yeah
battles in the school halls, me, clover, pooh bear
bud fresh was my hype man, kash was my side man
monty g. drowned me out with his beat boxin’
carly crush had the freestyle off-the-top wit’ it
...south philly would form a hunnid thick, nothin’ stopping it
ephram was a ringleader for the beatdowns
at the spectrum..reason north and west philly hate s.p. now
or did for a long time...[anyway] shout to aaron and quinton,
mikkaal and holly, everyone I ain’t mention
shouts to air smoove, robbie b., jazzy joe
my man pauly yamz, yo, let the records show...

[ChristO]

...they want to take me away from y’all blacks, this all-fact
and collect data to turn my [God] skin white...how y’all actin’
like that’s alright...yeah, I see, my own people
never seen me...that’s dangerous ‘cause the devil see me
deciphering my knowledge, trying to get close to the son/sun
tried to usurp my position at ’06, some low shit
6.4 of 2006, symbolic of 666
and luc’ is a short nigga, his life expectency on y’all existence..
..just notice and know this, whiteyes touring through our lifelines
is a premise of gentrification contrasting our genocide
when I die, y’all want me, God, coming back as the caucasoid
while I’m here now, you looking at a ghost sayin’ “just ignore him”
it’s like kuts said, I’m too deep for wtc
but 9.11 of ’01 deceased the wtc...
...the tiles in the streets started from south phila., them “ressurect” ones
you seen in your city streets, from here to south america
...and some white ole’head approached me, i.d.’ed my persona
within this matrix, in ’98, perfect timing on me..
...yeah, I would say help me out...that’s not my call to make though
because them closets can remain closed
the other sex shoulda’ became mines, coerced to be claimed hoes
of the eastern star, lucifer’s main goal to render my name soiled
had my blood plotting to do me rotten
apparently peace between us now, but I ain’t forgot shit
how bloods seeped..then the profit acted like he telling me suh’m
when he told me phila. muslims neutralized the bloods shit..
..yo, I mean, cool, but dude, it’s me y’all really never knew
how wu going soo, blood, and bloods going soo woo?
because I’m the sun tzu, because I’m the sun wu..
..unnastand, luc’ summoned this part of me up for the war
he had “set up” for or on me since around ’74...
...media coined it hip-hop..it was lucy’s womb...
..the gift is gab’, gabriel, the word’ll leave most m.c.’s doomed,
the ones who don’t know and who reject this truth...

[ChristO]

...my co-worker mike was shot down
the newsreporter got the mic’ now
the fuse is shorter, where’s the light now
jeep flipped, sheila from the block in a box spoilin’
charisse clipped, now six feet beneath the top soil
I think about what luci said
with every death of a friend or family member, on march the 12th
2006 to me..had to stop him in his tracks with that
I’m God, so I know his tact’ics, black
in so many words told him I was ghengis
he know who I am though and can’t act like he don’t unna’stand me
..my words hit me later, revealed to me data
I got lifetimes of information in my nature
carry myself like futuristic luggage
to his jugular when he try avoiding the subject
yacub is a wanted man, dead or alive, fuk him
gods, seriously, if you see him, start dumpin’
I’m to nyc [too nice] with it, fillies never rolled the dice with me
gamble with they life tryin’ a’ outslick me
my niggas’ niggas is not my niggas
my people’s peoples may not be peoples
if you don’t know me, I don’t know you just ‘cause you familiar
fuck you pussy, you ain’t familia..deal wit’ that..
...what's it gon' be, yacub, or jacob, or israel, luci...yo, I'm comin' a' get you, get used to it...

[ChristO]

...back from the cover-up, who guzzled the sucka' punch
11.6 covered 9.11...buckle up
yeah, I'm over the head, not a halo, move slow and ya' dead
skin that acid and lye [soap] easily shed
my natural flow over boiling water
hunched on a surf board, waves imported from nautica
stayed putting the words together, literary gala
any amateur couldn't gather
it's still lead showers outside, blood you get lathered in
keep irons to sling in this gridiron labyrinth
the irony is, pilgrims now eat up real estate
in the middle of, they safe but not a nigga's safe
still rappin' 'bout warring for the prime real estate
drugs and body bags all over radio waves
suh'm to laugh about, like how niggas' asses out
twin did that to them, he's a faggoty bastid now
i ain't messing with dude, gods on his ass, no doubt
y'all don't wanna' sip on truth, should let y'all asses drown...

[ChristO]

...the bloods spilled, I see what I see, I'm a' hold on the scuds 'til
my signals' acknowledged, then go try out my hunt skills
caesar nero born this date, he won't adorn his fate
he a blade, I can't let him skate once I'm up-to-date...gods right here...

[ChristO]

…here’s all you need to know, all I’m a give up
you stand up or sit down, or stand down and sit up
contract for 2035, it’s already in the system
since I was resurrected, already played the victim
I was in 212, already made the papers
was flipped to 215, made it back as a baby
I’ll try to keep it simple, but dying isn’t simple
when you brought back to life in a world still trying a’ kill you
still half-dead not knowing ‘til you schiz’ out
in ’96 from ’69 when your life fizzed out
living as a ghost now, wondering who hear you
luci keeping close now, making sure he hear you
so he survives in your word…look, I’m exhausted
shiii, if this is the last day, I’d be all for it
I had to declare war on the nigga, face-to-face
that was in ’06, I say he a bitch on some gaze shit
I’m facing a killa, but that’s when I look in the mirror
tryin’ a’ get sun tzu and ghengis khan to appear from
out of my past life lineage and to the present moment
as well as king david and whoever else notorious
all me, one man army on ‘em corpsing ‘em
toilet ‘em, coffins built outta’ porcelain
I’m the alpha-omega male
you born from ajaccio/a jackel, I’m a’ send you back to the depths of He’ll…