Anonymous ID: 05e031 April 12, 2020, 12:59 a.m. No.8767570   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>7588

>>8767487

It's assassination day

 

I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light

Invite the fight, we all die tonight

The life I live's a twenty-five to life bid

Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive

CREAM is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk

Three Gs the cost in Supreme Court

White lies and blackmail land me back in jail

We're all for sale, a stolen goal but it fail

Stranded on the front line

I shine to the dumb and blind

It comes time I take back what was once mine

Crunch time in the first quarter

From the worst slaughter

Devil's poisoning the birth water

The earth daughter rest her head on my chest

Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest

While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blasting

Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened

Trapped in deep water, gasping

I clash with the titans for my half on the action

 

I stop producers careers, the weak spot was the ears

Scorpion darts hits the mark

Pierce the heart with silver spears

You're bewildered

My unsaturated, low filtered

Devils still feel this so you're living build tilted

MC's upon their axis, their body hazard tactic

Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice

You can never match this invincible

Wu-Tang indispensable

One nation under God

Indivisible

With liberty and justice

The mic is in my clutches

Thugs who bring ruckus leave in crutches

Unforgivable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel

Decapitates the head, makes the projects more livable

Interchangeable, caution: flammable

My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable angles

And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle

Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal

Retreat through your doors

Seep out like sweat through the pores

Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare

 

First of all before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon, don

Spread it out like Grey Poupon

Splurging, merging in the suburbs

Using this just like an adverb

Action word, flowing like a blackbird

God came in, aiming like Terry Bradshaw

He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God

His shit is smashed Pa

You handle this just like algebra

UFO spot 'em like Galaga

Holding like bullet-proof Acuras

You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high

Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shooting it like they blue tops know

You won't play me like your lady

Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby

Final destination Haiti

 

War's extremely serious and it saddens me

To have to take tings to deadly measures

And have you measured and shot for no pay

It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey

Tranqued by deceptional sounds that deceives

And lures MC's to the lair

With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed

Temptation tempts my victim to proceed

Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat

You'd rather pursue death than admit defeat

Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in

Murderous rhyming, constantly inclining

My mind spits with an enormous kickback

Your brain didn't absorb the impact

Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback

 

It's assassination day

Anonymous ID: 05e031 April 12, 2020, 1:27 a.m. No.8767653   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>7673

In an even odder twist, British rapper M.I.A. is a godmother to the children, who are both British citizens, the Mail reported

 

Julian Assangeโ€™s lawyer says he secretly fathered two children with her

 

https://nypost.com/2020/04/11/julian-assanges-lawyer-says-he-secretly-fathered-two-children-with-her/