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Old 08-12-2005, 01:23 PM   #1
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I hold the whole of a man, have his soul in my hand
Stole the gold from my golden grams
Now we get caught holdin grams
Of what looks to be cream broken crayons
Combined with Ivory soap in pans
Melted and allowed to harden to a solid finish
After it is smolderin trans-
Formed into Chiclet pieces, knowin plans
To achieve a high status
Have you and attorneys holdin hands

We got trolls in the room trying to disrupt the convo
Playing like they down, but they there to stop the bomb blow
Neo cons, pro Zionist puppet show
Instead of straight up raped, no vaseline, they love it slow
Climaxing every time a plan works to pure perfection
Then a segue through another plot, they got a new erection
Deflection in so-called anti- Jewish accusations
Anti- semite? What about the Arabic persuasion?
Only caucasian, no Hebrew Israelites accepted
Their plan is perfected, new Qumíran temple erected
The goal is reflected in creation of currency
Paper backed with no true value, currently
The urgency according to the order they created
They own the real property if economies deflated
Theyíll be elated, pull your cash out at once
And watch the Fed collapse plus bodies thrown in trunks

Being smothered and choked in pens
That wouldnít be suitable for cows, goats, and hens
This supposed pen moves with my pulse and bends
In refraction, wave motion, blends
Of all patterns are mine and Iím totin stems
That used to be attached to the matrix
For a moment they choke and then
Itís obvious their 3rd eye has been opened when
Non verbal communicationís now whatís spoken, send

The Federal Reserve provides cash in forms of loans
Called notes for a reason, labor repays the loan
You are not your own, they have the power to control you
Make you want things contributing to laziness, they mold you
Behold, duke, why video games or big rims?
Get chased through tight turns, your chances get thin
And your ass is out of shape from sitting on the couch
Strong fingers, but just a pussycat in a crouch
Iím a tiger with stripes from battles in street fight scenarios
Nowadays cats bust shots not knowin how to fight in barrios
Just soft punks everywhere, getting locked up and raped
Get out and meet sisters who donít know whatís at stake
You rock a white dress, long pendant, fuck sisters and leave em
They mama said that men ainít shit except for that one reason
Just children, teenagers plus adult boys and girls
Making babies, expecting to spoil them with the world

I hold the whole of a man, have his soul in my hand
Stole the gold from my golden grams
Now we get caught holdin grams
Of what looks to be cream broken crayons
Combined with Ivory soap in pans
Melted and allowed to harden to a solid finish
After it is smolderin trans-
Formed into Chiclet pieces, knowin plans
To achieve a high status
Have you and attorneys holdin hands

In the matrix, everythingís flipped, mixed, diluted, and tainted
Those who helped trade slaves were sainted
Weíve painted ourselves into a corner, waiting
Feeling cold as ice, a citizen, yet treated as a foreigner
See our brothers kill our folks and our blood kill our cousins
2 for 1 each body touched, dead, locked up by the dozens
Warring over things we donít own like the block
Or corner, for rocks, metal, paper, cradles get rocked
Get knocked, befuddled by lines cuz niggas donít read
Jewels are buried with gold, not to mention dropped seeds
That sprout new knowledge saplings which grow to be trees
At least thatís the potential, what I learn from the degrees
You are the master of your soul, the captain of your destiny
Look at self in the mirror, ask devil ĎWhy you testin me?í
The god should reply, replace the lower self habits
A wise opportunity that knocks, you must grab it
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