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[ChristO]

...the nyc illuminati purchasing the ‘76 on 6.7
the death blow to our independence
why’d u.s. let ‘em do it, buckle up, say it’s what business is
confusing yourselves for business men
shiii, sell ‘em the whole city, fuck ‘em, hollywood shuffle ‘em
but I still want my money for puttin’ up with ‘em
won’t sell myself short like all a’ u.s.
sign language all around, hell’s calling u.s., no pardons to
where I’m at with it, back at galilee 2.15
who was I, born 2.15 in 215...
...1776, bliss is ignorance...
...don’t get me, I’m a’ weed ‘em out and extinguish ‘em...

[ChristO]

...pardon me, I was trying to get to nicaea..
..anyway, venting about how much u.s. done sold out...will be back..

[ChristO]

...right, anyway, same night I dropped '76 on 6.7 piece, luci [luciano] was sent to pay me a visit...cool, I ain't expect that shit. but I warned him, don't set off the trip wire...gods' coming to get him, for his attempt on me at 6 of '06. shot a bulletin to him...I ain't got shit to do with wut gods' willing to do to him to protect The Father...all I know is yacub/jacob best to submit to my rule[s]...

[ChristO]

...alright, lemme’ explain suh’m...
...G.O.D.’s from the renaissance
that’s harlem, nyc, and that’s nicaea
...we landed in phila. on the other side a’ death
G. in ’68, D. in ’72, quiet as kept
me in ’71, tee in ’79, residents
of pt. breeze in s.p. aka mecca just as gods suggest...
...this only for those who can read the codes, others hold they breaths...
[...peace G., '68-'09...]

[ChristO]

...this what the money means, submission to the scheme
white cells commissioned to consume others' disease
still looking at the wingdings, how it came to be
mapped out prahly thousands a' years before being
whatever you call evil, they calling you see-thru
knowing your every direction, they own you people
meanwhile, I'm on you people, shoot to death deserters
topping you off's what the dirt is, earthworms dessert you
this written in the seventh month, septium, septiembre...
...movie idea was for 2001
I wish I had scientists with the heart to vocalize it
read my script and start going psychic against idolizers
yeah, well, not knowing how not to get caught up and bought up
is the twist on 'em...with no idea how I'll be brought up
the wrist on you wouldn't know the time with a whole town watch on it
sleepy heads got a bed on 'em, dumb asses got a couch on 'em...

[ChristO]

fuck da' world, some shit never dies
'tis I, the christ ressurected, I tell you no lie
think I'm ineffective as inert energy since
on friday the 13th being shot smooth to shit?
shot from the heavins to this helladelphia premise
my g6pd [9696] deficiency being a blemish
I kept my eyes on the sparrows shitting all on my car
and wished I had a bb gun to snipe 'em out the sky
yeah, it can rhyme if say it right
without a prayer in the world, joab made 'em all say goodnight
I caught a headache, wondering if the crippled
don't matter, had to protect the borders, them niggas' dead
don't ask me about it, I'm a' tell you I suffered schiz'
we going for they arsenal, yes, heard 'em talkin' shit
what's heart got to do with it, I'm already dead
nyc can tell you more I could, I already lived
I'm giving you one brick's finale before being r.i.p.'d
and they won't find joab for shit, just more death
I'm on a money mission, so money, listen
if you feel your heart pitter-patter how I'm some real shit
don't mention it, there's certain shit I'm a' deal with
like you, you, and you, 'til I get no interferance
whoever got two eyes to read and two ears to hear me
believe it or not, I'm here blood, you need not try to tempt me...