Ripe to the touch, full to the rim.



Is…

To race or to stop, the top of the can that pops.

Marijuana crops, the plant we then chop.

Sols laid to rest as the sun then sets.

By…

Wanting to fuck, but down with the beat.

A children's sol hung in the balance, the energy we keep.

Their blood is cheap, to continue to creep?

The wheat and tare situation, do you still want us to reap?

Follow along, it's a straight line.

The 3lind leading the blind, their blood we drink, the wine.

Sand, so fine... It's about that time.

Residual hustle, the suit doing the crime.

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This is another duo of freshly minted "Jewels of Truth" statements from the angels. One on the Holy Masters which seems to be more so directed at the Vatican regarding the Ecumenical Body. (I had to look up that word just to see what…

Tip top fat, the Matt who continues to crap.

Wanting to be England, and say, "How ya doing chap?"

Not wanting to goal, his dad continues to fold.

His soul then bought, his soul then sold.

All for show, they then release.

The paper then folded, it has a tight crease. 

Now you have to take the Mark of the 3east.

Wanting to join, the Illuminati at peace.

the 3luetooth Blue, the one that's played for a fool.

The bitch that rises, and stills goes to school.

Worshipping her (g)od, she worships a tool.

Continuing to feed, and having to use stool.

What's cool, what's not? The cream of the crop.

Beheaeded like a dumb fuck, they wanting to chop.

At last, they fell, they said, "Please stop!"

When they pray, they look down, instead towards the top.

Meat cleaver chop, the red sign that says stop.

The cream of the crop, and smooth like wine.

Wanting to whine, the German Nazi feels fine.

Until 10 minutes, he then curses, and dies.

Wanting to try, to try to amount.

Rothchild lost to Li, I lost fucking count.

Now you know, your show promotes sick.

The Syd bitch that dies, who dies not as a Crip.

The fool that's wet, it snows.



Trump once again running against Joe.



The Asiatic Negro, Rigel like toe.



Their rap was robbed, their flow.



At 12:00 o' clock, the show.



Cry me a river, wanting to row.



You have no rights with me.



In which, your 3lind, you can't see.



His name is Mark, in hal3.



Matt's dad that fell, and has to read brail.



His son, he fuckin, his gal.



His s0l…

Ripped into pieces, the floor littered with shit.

The guy rockin' red, and thinking he a crip.

At the tip of Las Vegas, only having a lone chip.

Cannibalism at it's finest, the 3lood that then drips.

The fruit that's ripe, he looks to the cuddle.

His faith then shattered, his (g)od then crumbles.

Falling down the stairs, we call that tumble.

His (g)od then looks to fuckin' rumble.

First is worse, the 2nd the best.



Viruses that commune, it continue to finesse.



Stick out the chest, DJ Khaled, we're the best.



I don't give a fuck about you, I'm not repping your crest.



Always a test, the "kid" laid to rest.



Incarnate your (g)od what's more is less.



Hypnotic like glare, you can't fuck with…

Uphold, four gold, the cocaine, the blow.

The idiot like (g)od, who don't give a fuck, and say, "So?"

Draconian like depth, his grandfather in debt.

A preacher of nothing who continues to make bets.

Lightwork like rep, his s0n needs to take a step.

Birthing his (g)od, his mother then crept.

One that leapt, he aligns down low.

He lost all his light, the nightlight don't glow.

White as snow, his s0l got to go.

Bumping to the beat, what they call show.

The flow, the heat, precipiation, the rain.

All he wants his money, his s0n to reach fame.

His grandchild, all gone, the s0l reaches the peak.

He fell from "Heaven", his s0l got to creep.

His God, Caucasian, his blood then cheap.

Drinking his sustenance, that continues to seep. 

Rise.

Stop.

Pig.

Cop.

Crop.

Lean.

Mean.

Machine.

Toke.

Smoke.

Hung.

Choke.

Dumb.

Rum.

Come.

Sun.

Hello All & Happy Holidays!

May many of you be cultivating the festive emotions and goodwill of this holiday season. Regardless of religious and secular observations such as Hanukkah (ended Dec. 6th), Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day (observed yesterday), Christmas, Kwanzaa, and New…

The American Dream that determines the spread.



Jay-Z who's Crip, but C.K. rocks the red.



The 3lood so pure, to cure the disease.



The Ancient Chinese, the Roc 3loodline from Li.



Wanting to chi, what amounts to love.



Like Prince who says, "As soft as a dove."…

Bottoms up.

Babylonian like cup.

Stay in your lane.

Cypress membrane.

Fishes that swim.

Sirian in deep.

Talk is cheap.

The Death Angel that reaps.

Fresh to death.

To take one step.

Wanting to rise.

The 1st Resurrection, what's left?

Holy Hell, a bet.

The snake…

I call Him "The Faceless Name"
With title He may rule me
But in His absence I will reign
Though His unknown form confuse me
I walk this path just the same
I hold His chair beside me
Tend to His empty throne
I love His people as He would
A steward to His home
These halls echo with His voice
The court dances to His tone
In His steps I rejoice
Though His boot has never touched a stone

- PMB

He got caught red-handed.



Their (g)od, they don't understand it.



The Cherub like Serpent that just landed.



To fine the sword, we then sand it.



Went to look ablaze.



To stay cool in the shade.



To go long to catch fade.



The bugs we kill, we use…