a tone

[ChristO]

...yeah, right, so I completed counting down 42 mos. on 1.31.10. 7.31.06 is when I told luciano [luci, seth] mano-y-mano, that I was declaring eternal war on him. by-the [my]-books. I had nothing to lose, since jacub chose to wrestle with me about submittance.
earlier he had wanted me to draw up a hit [battle] on the wu-tang, I guess over some unsettled business. only thing was I kinda' knew who I was already. I t.o.n.y.c. been to nyc.
now, well, as long as my business is good...well, I got the wu men who I know and in my camp covered. if I'm a' be born in the new yolk [wu york], then so be it. fillies gotta' get with me if they somehow decide they finally wanna' work suh'm out with me though.

[ChristO]

...the plot unfolding, february twenty-second,
I got y'all closed in, run up on you any second
I t.o.n.y.c. been to nyc
and snatched up a broad, if she like me, then I'll see
meanwhile there's a dude going around here
spitting blasphemy,
he don't blast for me, I'm here actually
in philadelphia, the brotherhood, we the franchise
and these guys badmouthin' me and mines can get columbined
yah'mean, I put my own life on the line for this, died for shit
if I say gods fuckin' up, no witness, bitch mind your biz'
I'm kidnapping kid, he's no killer around this here
he just talk the shit,
me? I walked it 'til exhausted, shit
dude in my range a couple days back, you call this a present?
I had to act out, filly ain't back philly, but I contested
now shit get sucked in like the vacuum no lint can mess with
I ain't stressin' if the bul's body get found somewhere for less shit
fuck a threat, shit, kill ME bruh, I'm a philly nigga
shiii, gods wrath drafted like out the ass, ask "how do we deal with nigga?"
I'm the Father AND the Sun/Son, nobody could kill me, niggas
when I confront dude, I'm a' be ever so real with nigga...

[Drunken Monk]

Insane

propz man

[ChristO]

respect, respect.

...I-95, I-76 crucifix I cruise a bit,
24-inch shoes to fit a stinkin’ linc’
meaning of philadelphia is abel and cane
don’t let seth get away
killas throw lead in the face, too afraid of boxing gloves
God don’t like ugly, soon y’all time is up...
...my name Tone Christ, armI of 1000
along a stretch of the appalachian mountains
it’s a fact, my nation amounts to another world almanac
these philly streets, I want all a’ that
they chose I hung for they sins, but what do I know
my only motto’s I gotta’ have patients
they don’t know what they reppin’ anymore
I want my investment
any second we can war
1KH, ARM-ONE ringing bells
[Galilee] 215, the place where I dwell...

[ChristO]

...money it ain't safe, I guess your money's in a safe
so it's a home invasion, what else can I say
yeah, I'm from S.P. like vinnie paz, a jedi mind
trick, try me, get hocus-pocused any time...

[ChristO]

so, brotherly love overcomes oppression and destruction in society?
blood, I define this proprietary
as to what's philadelphia's [brotherly love] notoriety
I'm abel to own the franchise, blood just poured out from the sides of me
I ain't obliged to be anything other than the definition
of vengeance
so, the world's best bet is repentance
I said it, soo woo summoning the beast about me
the sun tzu-wu, some couldn't believe, they doubt me
but evidently, the residence see but can't register
but still leak they sense into enemies cash registers
who not blood to me's mud to me for wantin' that
tryin' a' stunt my growth, on my man like lumberjacks
gods bringing me forth to break into slumber parties
early, think, why would I body bag up the mourning
maybe to conquer death, I read lucipher's venus
that's a mother? well, I'm the father and sun
fukin' genius
where's the woman? better yet
str8 talk, where's the wu men
luci ill? lucille got know idea? naw, that nigga' shouldn't
had tried to try me, only I occupy me
been back at galilee, so how will the pope survive me...

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by ChristO

so, brotherly love overcomes oppression and destruction in society?
blood, I define this proprietary
as to what's philadelphia's [brotherly love] notoriety
I'm abel to own the franchise, blood just poured out from the sides of me
I ain't obliged to be anything other than the definition
of vengeance
so, the world's best bet is repentance
I said it, soo woo summoning the beast about me
the sun tzu-wu, some couldn't believe, they doubt me
but evidently, the residence see but can't register
but still leak they sense into enemies cash registers
who not blood to me's mud to me for wantin' that
tryin' a' stunt my growth, on my man like lumberjacks
gods bringing me forth to break into slumber parties
early, think, why would I body bag up the mourning
maybe to conquer death, I read lucipher's venus
that's a mother? well, I'm the father and sun
fukin' genius
where's the woman? better yet
str8 talk, where's the wu men
luci ill? lucille got know idea? naw, that nigga' shouldn't
had tried to try me, only I occupy me
been back at galilee, so how will the pope survive me...

my brother is gettin em! allow me 2 add on in a humble manner

a brother's life is shown to none below,
blood grows from cement and a gun's promotion is blown to pieces
lungs control my corpse's, I mean corporate thesis
from blunts on granny's porch to to a contortionist's grammy speeches,
fly stones devise storms to get a god's sifer born again in Eden
ride hard on cornball deacons, my sword shines as Reaper
fellow Kings develop rings across boards,
shop glossaries, skeletons, and charred pieces with connected dartists and shop-keepers
pressured carbons released spin sharply and carve our names deep into your now-scarred psyche,
Tone and Sifer squeeze known particles into dark screams and an Armageddon of digital dreams

[ChristO]

haha, solid, yah'mean, 4.21, the day after...

[ChristO]

...this the return of Christ again, closing on the black chamber. I'm the Sun Tzu-Wu. '93 to '12, P.Hill to P.Hill. since dey wun, I won...atone, at one...contract terms, yahda-yahdi blood...shout [cover] to lek, shout [cover] to black jesus. I'm N2 bldg...

[ChristO]

...I was closing on 2.13 of '08 o'clock
seen my corner boy bey with his flock, on 106 and Park
put the a.p.b. out, that's on the game, they don't know me, blood
busy tryin' a' breach protocol, now they owe me, cuz
that's about it, my arrival time they say 12 of '12
how they calculated, well, I been here since 'bout quarter to 12
about the contract language, my physical shell speaks for itself
hoover dead, he can die again, feds done phucked themselves
I still ain't dead, I'm a' rise the Father from outta' me
still who I am tho', my drill on the women, wu men, you'z 'bout to cee
this the last day of the month I was slumped, so g.
we never die, I'm a' put you d., shit's ethernal, see
sylvia returned to ether or, I'm a' see her,
keep it war [love], I'm word manifest, I'm more than a seer...

[ChristO]

I put the heist move on broad and olney street,
‘cause I seen bloods trying a’ get too next to me
room 302, calling me coo-coo
but I’m realer than crazy, I’m sun tzu-wu
benny boom had the picture air-tight, sure you right
I’m jesus. diablo had petee pete [simon peter], oh I mean hector, how I rearranged the roc
duct-tape, tied-up...how I’m pleading for his life?
fuck that pussy, he’s cain to me, but check it,
no ese to be writ’ in ‘bout this session
so that’s bullshit, and I’m the matador
I’m a’ brody the game and ask what’s the matter, y’all?
t.o.n.y. [thru] christ rising, red and blue demons falling
klu klux klan suddenly they withdrawing
wu-tang dance, suddenly I’m all for it,
especially when the bitches no longer can ignore me
it was more than ten bricks from jerusalem
I’m ain’t saying shit, I ain’t tell you [joab] what to do to ‘em
fuck hollywood, and what they about
I was on wissahickon terminal, trying a’ cross them devils out
I used to get my hair braided in overbrook
what’s up with fresh prince, the monk, and the other crooks
it’s D.’s block now, when I set the shit up for him
we can talk about it later on, no cuffs to him
I don’t need luciano’s word to carry guns
I’m from philly, so c’s and b’s I’m burying, once again,
so my report card’s all a’s,
a d,e,f, here-and-there like poor grades
...yo, you know that shit’s real, g. I’m a’ getting closer now. just have bitches for me so I can have that sex. oh, no question, bloods rushing to my dick, for the fear of Allah is upon them all... [church vol. IX]...

[ChristO]

Originally Posted by ChristO

...I was closing on 2.13 of '08 o'clock
seen my corner boy bey with his flock, on 106 and Park
put the a.p.b. out, that's on the game, they don't know me, blood
busy tryin' a' breach protocol, now they owe me, cuz
that's about it, my arrival time they say 12 of '12
how they calculated, well, I been here since 'bout quarter to 12
about the contract language, my physical shell speaks for itself
hoover dead, he can die again, feds done phucked themselves
I still ain't dead, I'm a' rise the Father from outta' me
still who I am tho', my drill on the women, wu men, you'z 'bout to cee
this the last day of the month I was slumped, so g.
we never die, I'm a' put you d., shit's ethernal, see
sylvia returned to ether or, I'm a' see her,
keep it war [love], I'm word manifest, I'm more than a seer...

rest in peace to my cousin G., aka the return of Marcus Garvey. we live to see another day.
rest in peace to my grammah' Sylvia Masters...we do what we do...

[ChristO]

11th Chamber, you'z a dumb-ass tho', chek it out...
...fuk givin' you a new way to think, who's the new grave mistake
I'm wastin' pages of ink on imbissil-ass slaves to banks
my statements to free myself of my state, all of you pussies ate
the dick of the masta'minin' connivin'-ass jac' of trades
you sufferin' for succatash, no steak, nothin' lasts
let me find out you suckin' ass, yeah, I'm a fukin' ass
catch a whiff, don't unn'astand the gift? shut the-fuck on up
on my word alone, your soul slumped the-fuk on up
you'z a dumb-ass, ain't you nigga, frontin' ass bastid
want alchemy to happen, you in a' urn-full of ashes
...yo, go somewhere with that shit, right back at you dummies
it's a wrap, and if you gotta' dust your shoulders off, who's the mummy
yo, think like you wanna' belong to a casket closed
I'm a' be good without any of y'all dumb-asses' quotes...
...half a' peace
better let me breathe, or you gon' be
the next grocery item skinned alive, fricasseed...

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by ChristO

11th Chamber, you'z a dumb-ass tho', chek it out...
...fuk givin' you a new way to think, who's the new grave mistake
I'm wastin' pages of ink on imbissil-ass slaves to banks
my statements to free myself of my state, all of you pussies ate
the dick of the masta'minin' connivin'-ass jac' of trades
you sufferin' for succatash, no steak, nothin' lasts
let me find out you suckin' ass, yeah, I'm a fukin' ass
catch a whiff, don't unn'astand the gift? shut the-fuck on up
on my word alone, your soul slumped the-fuk on up
you'z a dumb-ass, ain't you nigga, frontin' ass bastid
want alchemy to happen, you in a' urn-full of ashes
...yo, go somewhere with that shit, right back at you dummies
it's a wrap, and if you gotta' dust your shoulders off, who's the mummy
yo, think like you wanna' belong to a casket closed
I'm a' be good without any of y'all dumb-asses' quotes...
...half a' peace
better let me breathe, or you gon' be
the next grocery item skinned alive, fricasseed...

you killin em!

penned to the beat this ant heaves,
his tone and strings are my commander in chief
wrap cities in banana leaves and spark the relief,
uncharted in these heartless seas, you have all been deceived
in this compartment lies the peace our freedom,
a piece of my blood dissected and restarted,
a trifecta of lust, greed and necrotic sections recharged
no grief for these departed,
no scorsese scenes or di Vinci dreams of reaching the retarded,
we are slim kings, our cream leaks to bring stars in, kid

[ChristO]

...much appreciated...
...now, here's some ish that might be over cats heads [yet again]...dunno..gotta' put it out there tho'...who gon' catch up, got no idea...