exerpts of the c13arance

[ChristO]

...r.i.p. to Q.Don [Raynell]...
...that musta’ been in ZOOO...Q-Don was brethren
got shot to death with a heat-seeking missile...and the beef ain’t deaded
yeah, it goes far back as rca,
and their first rap artist was from Philly [Sean G’s] signed in late '80s who got sniped [or knifed] away [on el platform]...
..they ain’t see any signs of the culprit...the culprit was the culture
the business was the vulture...now the game’s about to be over
had ant christ kidnapping the God
with the apple putting my back against the wall...
the odds are even...to even the odds
realms I developed to envelop truth buried alive
for steady income and regular job to be a natural born entrepreneur
to kidnap outer-space from the door
your throw-aways may go under the floor
stowaways buried under the shore...
..it’s basically too late for the game, you see
which is right on time for me, so that’s okay to me,
because there’s only a need for me to relay the hell in me verses the real that’s me
once a sample hits the streets to make those who never believed truly believe
to rearrange the game to our standards of what it’ll be
I’m the one with the c13arance to stifle your vision
with corrective supervision to put your life on a mission
you can eat your words later, but I’m right with my thinking...

[ChristO]

my team is map orientated, my meaning is wrath orientated
no secret, the math add up in paper
the ride through he’ll already traveled, so I made it
put the earth on mental-pause, force falling off
put the word out we’re on a tour, the world's course is war
it’s no more ifs, ands or buts about it
no sentences at all, just a verse about it
yeah, Jay told me of how Big Demi felt torn
‘cause of how Q-Don passed away in his arms...
...and every day I get closer to being 360 degrees
doors to the vault close and lock for eternity, and I’m the eternal key
try to burden me, with luck, you’ll see an infirmary
won’t be a program to end urban blight
that can catch up to the devastation
that’s cosmetic, a band-aid, when our minds are the wasteland...

[ChristO]

...this exerpt touches on the significance of phila.'s 336th murder victim in 2005..entry dated 7.24.2007...

...on my own I go apeshit as white out to erase shit
perfect example? 336th killed by caucasian white lady, in zoos [2005]
believe me, the jauns [females] see me and won’t reach,
but dancing that wu' dance and acting a fool
I knew the message in the chorus to "Yah’Mean"
by the method of my own madness? murders rose..I’m clean
all it took was the symbol of the holy grail...
..a woman’s legs lead a whole heep a’ landlovers out to sail
I can about say since the business with luci is unfinished...
..this is nothing new, they won’t get to cruise past scrimmage lines
I gotta’ redefine contract language
I don’t suffer any contact’s anguish
we wanna’ get money over there? I’ll earthquake a combat canvass
and do what it takes to have my hands on that ransom...

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Dope work

[ChristO]

always 'preciate the feedback.
now this next exerpt is from 11.11.11, starts out touching on when I schizzed and seen the wu emblem on t.v. and "they" called me out, back in '99 pr '00 maybe..

...any significance lost in the contrast of the world’s atlas
I’m just a living contract, thinking how the wu’ sought me out via comcast
not a fan a’ man, I’m the bomb’s blast
I had to fight against the notion of, any assumption that I follow them, naw
found out they follow me, The Father, The Sun
trying a’ find how to confide in me
met up with l.e.k. to seal the leak
wu’men, gots’ to deliver me the w8men for me to be no longer formerly
signs I accumilated...the only dark spaces illuminated is where luci raided
makes the enigma a bit confused and tainted
man, I just think who’s the mother, and the truth’s restrained then
I mean, between the father, the son, and the wholy ghost
and what lucy knows, how luci know not to step on my toes
I ain’t about getting benched now, I’m about dollars and cents now
but that’s at y’all expense now
$10 million the father turned down?
j. edgar had his cointelpros busy at work...foul
thanksgiving turkey shit, get you fat, bake you dead
I ain’t giving up my nation, we the ungrateful dead
2-4’s part of the swastika, resurrected
by whom? nebudchadnezzar?
most let the matrix slip in codes to let lucipher live longer
shiii, I’m just still taking this all in
trying a’ wake up since june of ’69
’98 luci said he gon’ bring me to the light...
..yeah, but uh, that’s illuminati on...a complex web
now they nigga rottin’s r.i.p.’d...
..my ears shot, steady ringing like ebs
my third eye tuned in like cbs...

[ChristO]

pardon me, a lotta' material to dump on 'em. whoever pay attention, see suh'm interestin' and consider these as lessons?...

...I'll catch up to muhammad knight like he's tater tots
maybe to commend his thoughts and research
but to let 'em know I'm found in these dirts
the father'd be risen outta' me
but of Him I'm a dichotomy, of reverse psychology
this is where the blockbster story is, ground floor with it
13th of 6.69 where the glory is
case still a frozen stiff
baby luc' on some omen shit
maybe he can let me know who ordered my hit
meanwhile...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 bowel
ate by 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?
see you in my 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 ostracize?
nobody’s in-formation, too 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 the 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
it’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…

[ChristO]

..right, you can forgive/pardon the biases I laced this piece with, or, well, yo, I’m here to give a message, eh...
...concentration camping out with my nation, a compilation
our waists hammered down, off safety to waste men
y’alls safety ain’t there then... how do lucille want to drill?
in your anus I’m gonna’ drill
I’m not slow, uranus co-rules with the water boy
you’ll capsize before rowing your boat ashore
my wu’men ether not playing, or I’m not paying for sex
but I am tempted to part with part of my check…
..so I strangle my neck ‘til my head gush my kids
I call a chick only to keep in-touch with a b!#ch
she’s slow to choose me, meanwhile I get shot to death
my option’s to brand myself ant christ and be hexed
the 5 points of a goat referred to as baphemat
yeah, well it’s all rhetoritic ‘til you realize what is left
there seems to be a failure in our communication
some kid said I am nimrod, for now it’s speculation
but I can see how it’s real, the wolf hunter flipped from the shepherd
so who’s alleging anything that I did was senseless?
even when I went in on my own blood tee-tee
notice that I never slept, no bedsheets in tee-pees
part chippewa, all black, speckle of white devil
I am my own combat zone, relations not settled
just because they wanna’ procreate the oreo race
I’ll sherman hensley s.p. strut all on they graves
I’m so demanding, obey, I demand it
okay, if you doubt, gravitate off the planet
without a smoke, drink, sniff, or a fresh needle track, son
the bees came for me..the beetles came for manson
I’m realer than crazy, I am sun tzu
author of the art of war, a.k.a. sun wu
I know you saw the raw evidence y’all ignore
there’s an eternal debt owed for what I endure
any rap skill evolved still is a dollar short
pay it all to me or be dissolved into a sauce
I am gab’ the gift, harbinger of revelations
the beast with the 666, I call for his resignation
your profit muhammad talks from his imagination
if I’m not recognized as allah in y’all ragged nation
I come for nothing else but to war on your faggot fake shit
I’m relaxed..you best to give me mine or get bath-tub naked...