I AM
getting ready to go 2 another meeting and in every meaning
my father's name always put me in the front row seat...
my Americanize name
don't mean shit when I sit in this seat.
Everything that is BLACK will BE my favorite color.
Patiently I AM anxious 2 get this meeting started
I have so much to discover and so much information 2 take
but looking 2 my left and looking 2 my right
I noticed that everyone had a crooked face.
The faces turned ivory smoke...
I didn't choke from the smoke that made me
because the identification to this meeting
is to be Heard NOT to be Seen
the "Meaning 2 the Meeting"
is very simple...
everyone is discussing about the Changes
that need to be made in this new organization.
But how can THEY say it's new when the originals are still HERE.
"YOU know your getting closer 2 death
when U start looking 4 changes."
Suddenly I heard my father's voice speaking to me
what the hell is he doing here
he was NOT suppose to be here in this new group meeting...
I started to ask myself the question
Was I in the Meeting or in someone else's Greeting?
I stood up angry and I got real close
without saying a word
my face demanded answers!!!
The smoke cleared and every one around me disappeared
the presence was gone and the meeting was NOW adjourned.
But how can that be?
When it seems to be that I was the only ONE still in this meeting...
I felt someone watching me.
In the corner of my eye from a distance
I could see right through a door that I never saw before.
In the glow I saw a black shadow
that outlined the figure of a man in a wheelchair.
Curiosity took me by the hand
and made me wonder who sat in THIS chair...
As I got closer 2 the scene
it took me 2 a different place and from this picture
I knew who sat in this wheelchair.
The room...
was so beautiful that no human words could describe it
The Room...
had an exquisite unique essence that no human body deserve it
The ROOM...
was filled with gold and black
mixed with different colors from different candles
with different shapes and different sizes
each candle had a unique glow that showed love from both sides.
From my insides I got nervous I got excited
there was too much love in this room for me to be invited
I didn't belong here
why am I here?
But I felt the man's energy from the wheelchair
Demand me not to go anywhere...
He was sitting in a dark corner not far away from me
I couldn't face him because I knew his identity
I will admit...
I was scared of his identity
when I tried 2 approach his entity
I felt his anger and his pain turned into FULL RAGE...
I back the fuck-away wondering
why he kept his head down mumbling
repeating the same words that I HEARD over and over again,
"Why did my people do this to me?"
"Why did my people go against me?"
"Why did my OWN people kill me?"
I couldn't go near him because I felt guilty...
his pain was too strong to me to embrace the feeling
but the pain became pleasure and the pain MOVED me...
I got closer and I said,
"I feel so sorry
for what happened to you Tupac Amaru Shakur
I know I AM dreaming but can I please hung you"
I had many dreams in my life time before
most of my dreams are real nightmares
my nightmares always turn into reality
this was the first time I acknowledged in my sleep
"That I was Dreaming."
My experience was too deep to be Reality
No holographic image will create this reality
this was an out body experience...
When Tupac stood up for me to embrace him
I saw his whole body experience...
His hands stretched to his arms long and wide
with no bullets with no tattoos with no scars...
he was the perfection for everything
that is beautiful from the beginning...
His body glowed in the dark with purity
He had clothes on but it looked like cotton
and the cotton was attached to his skin
then I realize...
the clothes was a symbol of how he lived in his past tense
My eyes didn't want to deceive
but my Eyes could not believe
I was seeing a soul BEING born again...
My muscles tense with my hands on his face
I wanted 2 hold him face to face
To show him I had no fear
his eyes glowed so bright it looked scary
Tupac could see right through me
the Wrath of a Menace made me feel a sensational warmth
Without no gun without no heat
the pressure was inhumanly impossible for me to breathe...
I couldn't breathe anymore
I couldn't take it anymore!!!
My sins did NOT deserve Tupac's Love Encore
his Salvation against my Rude Awakening
was too RAW for me to take in...
I took the last breath and woke up
to realize where I started is where I NOW begin
I WELCOME my sins
to take their time to torture me once again...
I was pacing with my head down
looking at my feet and hands
to remind myself the reasons why I chose to be alone again...
I TRUST NO ONE!!!!
I believe in No One ... I depend on No ONE
I never was the fan
for this Tupac Revolution Stand
I chose not to follow the Makaveli plan
Until I discovered the secret behind the REAL man...
Rap music has Lost it's True Identity...
"The King of Thug Rap"
the Baby Panther was the Gangsta Activist
Thinking outside the box to remind US about those who got locked
For being a "thug rapper" speaking "poetic Injustice"...
This man was his OWN artist
Making his own Juice from the Roots
my black container share the same Juice...
With so much to prove and so much to gain
It's a DAM Shame when rappers who can't Claim their OWN spot
wanna proclaim they are the NEW 2pac...
This Identity Theft to the Rap Revolution is now in SESSION
it is MANDATORY that no man claims another man's lessons.
The Originator has already been Taught
the Consequences to become a Rap Legend
has already been Bought...
We don't care if Tupac was a rapper or not
WE don't care if he was fuckin outside the black box
We don't care if he was the richest or not
the Blood of a Panther is ALL WE care about...
Fans make Demands they discover he is worth MORE
but did they care to know
who was the Real Tupac Amaru Shakur?
If dedicated fans knew this black MAN
would they protect him from the bullets that ricochet from his skin?
Fans are "just fans" they blow in the wind
they are NOT made to BE bulletproof...
When Tupac was rapping this youngen was traveling.
Going into countries working the grown man's hustler trades
my codes already past the Gangsta grades.
Tupac's rap style was underage for me
his music really didn't bother me...
Biggie Smalls "Gimmie the Loot" was the only rap song that moved me.
When Tupac got hurt
this was the 1st time he got shot
I asked my father...
"Why would a shoota waste bullets to bother those bitch ass rap niggas?"
My daddy gave me a look that got me shook
his broken language choking me around my neck
he said...
"U betta give this man Tupac real respect
"Before you HATE the music U must first check the background lyrics.
Tupac's mother Afeni Shakur was part of the Black Panther Movement
Never hate on the Movement until you discover whatcha hatin 4"...
My background music Made it MY Duty
to keep the revolution strong to keep the justice moving...
Actions with No Questions the path left blood stains
and pain on my father's boots far too long
for me to wipe the movement off...
75 years this Buffalo Soldier was Ready to Shoot
I remain His Worthy One.
Wiping the blood glocks from my snipa's boots
my father never shot a man behind his back
his style was ALWAYS face to face combat.
His Panther Reasons pass on the lessons
that now became my 45 reasons...
I can see clearly now that the rain is gone
the pain is gone from the storm
that left the dark circles around my eyes
Not thinking with my heart but thinking with my mind...
Hit 'Em UP dunkey style
gutta dem up rudeboi
Deep inside my telescopes
the actions to my codes Still remain open and never to be closed...
Even when I was doing 15 years of My Worthy time
Tupac's message in his rhymes always encouraged me to do more!!!
Those nickels and dimes for my Retribution
continues to remain on my front doors...
I Give Back to my peoples and get rid of those peoples
who didn't treat ME like their equal
the Payback has added More and MORE peoples!!!
The past, present and future issues STILL exist today
even when Tupac was rappin about the same shit back in the days
my poetry was already written all over my face.
But my father wouldn't let me continue
he WARNED me...
I wasn't ready to take my father's place.
The criminal became the victim
Tupac became the ONE who spoke the truth for me.
His Rhymes with Reasons represent the Legacy
for anybody who chose to let their music speak politically...
"Who killed Tupac and Biggie?"
"The rap music can sound the same but the profile was MADE to be different"
the only TIME these rap individuals became equal
is when the bullets made them die 4 the same different REASONS...
Back 2 the question because the answer is very simple...
WE killed Tupac and Biggie
it's just that simple...
2pac died because he was a Real threat
and Biggie died because of Tupac's Death...
Would you rather die for being a Real Threat
or Die because of someone else's death
No question mark needed
Let's go visit a body that's kept on the Other Side
let's go Deep Down Inside
where I know how a killa works on the opposite side...
The Hate was the gun and The Jealousy made US pull it
the Bullet gave so much love to the Trigga Nigga Shooters
not knowing the shooter put his name on it...
Our claim 4 fame was on different sides of the coast
we were going against both sides that showed
the most love 4 their favorite rapper
WE were at WAR!!!
but what Rap War was WE fighting for
when this rap music has ALWAYS belong to US!!!
a Criminal Mind is a Terrible thing to Waste...
Going against those WE can't Trust
Going against those WE still Hate
The White Media is always hypocritical
playground TV detectives were smart from the start...
Advertising our mouths to manipulate our words
the Curse heard every WORD that got US so Emotional
without saying "the Word"
they made US put the bullets on Tupac and Biggie's chest
retaliation put them BOTH to rest
so HOW COME today...
it's so easy to2 kill the Black Devils but not kill the Fake Rap Gods?!!!
There is Rat in Every Rap House
Raw BEEF can be unhealthy
especially when you throw a little ghetto meat
to a bunch of greedy niggas...
Rich niggas got so much to loose
Hungry Niggas got so MUCH to gain
Grimy Nigga Slaves always fuckin-up real thangs!!!
Cutting throats against each other for the Wrong Names
now that's the real DAM shame
when the Rap CAUSE will cost rap niggas
to die against each other for the Wrong Fame...
"WHERE are My Real LOYALTY NIGGAS AT?"
no matter if you are Muslim, Christian or Pro-Black
NO religion can protect U...
Surviving in this Hand Made World is the same curse
that will make you search for the Malcolm X truth
YOU can Die by the same hands that made YOU
your Main man was the Black Man that killed U...
No More Dreams for Martin Luther King Jr.,
most of US still don't recognize his Movement
No Justice No Sleep No Peace
spoken codes with no actions!!!
His retaliation was the only World Wide Name
who's Fame died by the opposite hands
that Most Black People Still March Against...
On the balcony can you say the word nigger without getting killed?
There's TOO MUCH Freedom in this country that WE call America
Freedom for some BUT not for all
Americans going against their OWN country
American Express gets NO PASS if you can't speak American English
WE say the word "nigga" like cracka with cheese
Emancipation to America's Nation
has made history Proclaim slavery all over again...
This cycle repeats but never to the end
let's not pretend WE know LIFE GOES ON....
Hard-headed unpredictable and took no shit
Tupac made emotional niggas suck their own dick
and GAVE
The Real niggas the Real Reasons to back this shit up...
Tupac's Legend is still alive and remains conscious and strong
I see him FREE and Alive
through so many people who look and talk like him...
"How Long Will They Mourn Me"
"Until the End of Time"
I thank GOD for Tupac's blessings...
in his spirit, body and mind
his rhymes SPOKE the codes for those
Future Potential Children
to remind them Tupac was just like THEM...
Sitting outside the "Dopefiend's Diner"
hustlin in this "White Man's World"
"GOD BLESS the Child who got HIS OWN"
"R U STILL DOWN"
"2 Keep your Head up When You are Against the World"
You will never become the GREATEST for anything
by playing it Safe
"No More Pain" will BE buried alive in the graves...
A LEGEND doesn't die just because the Body does
Real Niggas don't DIE
WE add subtract DIVIDE and multiply...
"Only GOD can Judge You Now"
when people claim YOU to be Dead Wrong
Instigators only forget about U
"When They Don't Give a Fuck about You"
"Unconditional Love"
"What would I Do 4 Love"
Nobody knows the REAL truth about love
but I do know this...
I Will Never call U Nigga Again if you "Never Call Me A Bitch"
So many songs for so many different Reasons
so many songs with so many different Meanings
Tupac music still plays
in ALL the same stompin grounds I grew up in...
Stop Look and Listen
from my past present and future sins.
Tupac's mother should take her son's music more seriously
and not allow just ANY BODY to sample his lyrics so easily...
But then again...
she will meet him and greet him
to remind him there will be no ONE before him OR after him
WE Won't Stop
WE CAN'T BE STOPPED
WE won't Stop until WE are Finished
...This is the Meaning 2 the Beginning 2 The End ...
getting ready to go 2 another meeting and in every meaning
my father's name always put me in the front row seat...
my Americanize name
don't mean shit when I sit in this seat.
Everything that is BLACK will BE my favorite color.
Patiently I AM anxious 2 get this meeting started
I have so much to discover and so much information 2 take
but looking 2 my left and looking 2 my right
I noticed that everyone had a crooked face.
The faces turned ivory smoke...
I didn't choke from the smoke that made me
because the identification to this meeting
is to be Heard NOT to be Seen
the "Meaning 2 the Meeting"
is very simple...
everyone is discussing about the Changes
that need to be made in this new organization.
But how can THEY say it's new when the originals are still HERE.
"YOU know your getting closer 2 death
when U start looking 4 changes."
Suddenly I heard my father's voice speaking to me
what the hell is he doing here
he was NOT suppose to be here in this new group meeting...
I started to ask myself the question
Was I in the Meeting or in someone else's Greeting?
I stood up angry and I got real close
without saying a word
my face demanded answers!!!
The smoke cleared and every one around me disappeared
the presence was gone and the meeting was NOW adjourned.
But how can that be?
When it seems to be that I was the only ONE still in this meeting...
I felt someone watching me.
In the corner of my eye from a distance
I could see right through a door that I never saw before.
In the glow I saw a black shadow
that outlined the figure of a man in a wheelchair.
Curiosity took me by the hand
and made me wonder who sat in THIS chair...
As I got closer 2 the scene
it took me 2 a different place and from this picture
I knew who sat in this wheelchair.
The room...
was so beautiful that no human words could describe it
The Room...
had an exquisite unique essence that no human body deserve it
The ROOM...
was filled with gold and black
mixed with different colors from different candles
with different shapes and different sizes
each candle had a unique glow that showed love from both sides.
From my insides I got nervous I got excited
there was too much love in this room for me to be invited
I didn't belong here
why am I here?
But I felt the man's energy from the wheelchair
Demand me not to go anywhere...
He was sitting in a dark corner not far away from me
I couldn't face him because I knew his identity
I will admit...
I was scared of his identity
when I tried 2 approach his entity
I felt his anger and his pain turned into FULL RAGE...
I back the fuck-away wondering
why he kept his head down mumbling
repeating the same words that I HEARD over and over again,
"Why did my people do this to me?"
"Why did my people go against me?"
"Why did my OWN people kill me?"
I couldn't go near him because I felt guilty...
his pain was too strong to me to embrace the feeling
but the pain became pleasure and the pain MOVED me...
I got closer and I said,
"I feel so sorry
for what happened to you Tupac Amaru Shakur
I know I AM dreaming but can I please hung you"
I had many dreams in my life time before
most of my dreams are real nightmares
my nightmares always turn into reality
this was the first time I acknowledged in my sleep
"That I was Dreaming."
My experience was too deep to be Reality
No holographic image will create this reality
this was an out body experience...
When Tupac stood up for me to embrace him
I saw his whole body experience...
His hands stretched to his arms long and wide
with no bullets with no tattoos with no scars...
he was the perfection for everything
that is beautiful from the beginning...
His body glowed in the dark with purity
He had clothes on but it looked like cotton
and the cotton was attached to his skin
then I realize...
the clothes was a symbol of how he lived in his past tense
My eyes didn't want to deceive
but my Eyes could not believe
I was seeing a soul BEING born again...
My muscles tense with my hands on his face
I wanted 2 hold him face to face
To show him I had no fear
his eyes glowed so bright it looked scary
Tupac could see right through me
the Wrath of a Menace made me feel a sensational warmth
Without no gun without no heat
the pressure was inhumanly impossible for me to breathe...
I couldn't breathe anymore
I couldn't take it anymore!!!
My sins did NOT deserve Tupac's Love Encore
his Salvation against my Rude Awakening
was too RAW for me to take in...
I took the last breath and woke up
to realize where I started is where I NOW begin
I WELCOME my sins
to take their time to torture me once again...
I was pacing with my head down
looking at my feet and hands
to remind myself the reasons why I chose to be alone again...
I TRUST NO ONE!!!!
I believe in No One ... I depend on No ONE
I never was the fan
for this Tupac Revolution Stand
I chose not to follow the Makaveli plan
Until I discovered the secret behind the REAL man...
Rap music has Lost it's True Identity...
"The King of Thug Rap"
the Baby Panther was the Gangsta Activist
Thinking outside the box to remind US about those who got locked
For being a "thug rapper" speaking "poetic Injustice"...
This man was his OWN artist
Making his own Juice from the Roots
my black container share the same Juice...
With so much to prove and so much to gain
It's a DAM Shame when rappers who can't Claim their OWN spot
wanna proclaim they are the NEW 2pac...
This Identity Theft to the Rap Revolution is now in SESSION
it is MANDATORY that no man claims another man's lessons.
The Originator has already been Taught
the Consequences to become a Rap Legend
has already been Bought...
We don't care if Tupac was a rapper or not
WE don't care if he was fuckin outside the black box
We don't care if he was the richest or not
the Blood of a Panther is ALL WE care about...
Fans make Demands they discover he is worth MORE
but did they care to know
who was the Real Tupac Amaru Shakur?
If dedicated fans knew this black MAN
would they protect him from the bullets that ricochet from his skin?
Fans are "just fans" they blow in the wind
they are NOT made to BE bulletproof...
When Tupac was rapping this youngen was traveling.
Going into countries working the grown man's hustler trades
my codes already past the Gangsta grades.
Tupac's rap style was underage for me
his music really didn't bother me...
Biggie Smalls "Gimmie the Loot" was the only rap song that moved me.
When Tupac got hurt
this was the 1st time he got shot
I asked my father...
"Why would a shoota waste bullets to bother those bitch ass rap niggas?"
My daddy gave me a look that got me shook
his broken language choking me around my neck
he said...
"U betta give this man Tupac real respect
"Before you HATE the music U must first check the background lyrics.
Tupac's mother Afeni Shakur was part of the Black Panther Movement
Never hate on the Movement until you discover whatcha hatin 4"...
My background music Made it MY Duty
to keep the revolution strong to keep the justice moving...
Actions with No Questions the path left blood stains
and pain on my father's boots far too long
for me to wipe the movement off...
75 years this Buffalo Soldier was Ready to Shoot
I remain His Worthy One.
Wiping the blood glocks from my snipa's boots
my father never shot a man behind his back
his style was ALWAYS face to face combat.
His Panther Reasons pass on the lessons
that now became my 45 reasons...
I can see clearly now that the rain is gone
the pain is gone from the storm
that left the dark circles around my eyes
Not thinking with my heart but thinking with my mind...
Hit 'Em UP dunkey style
gutta dem up rudeboi
Deep inside my telescopes
the actions to my codes Still remain open and never to be closed...
Even when I was doing 15 years of My Worthy time
Tupac's message in his rhymes always encouraged me to do more!!!
Those nickels and dimes for my Retribution
continues to remain on my front doors...
I Give Back to my peoples and get rid of those peoples
who didn't treat ME like their equal
the Payback has added More and MORE peoples!!!
The past, present and future issues STILL exist today
even when Tupac was rappin about the same shit back in the days
my poetry was already written all over my face.
But my father wouldn't let me continue
he WARNED me...
I wasn't ready to take my father's place.
The criminal became the victim
Tupac became the ONE who spoke the truth for me.
His Rhymes with Reasons represent the Legacy
for anybody who chose to let their music speak politically...
"Who killed Tupac and Biggie?"
"The rap music can sound the same but the profile was MADE to be different"
the only TIME these rap individuals became equal
is when the bullets made them die 4 the same different REASONS...
Back 2 the question because the answer is very simple...
WE killed Tupac and Biggie
it's just that simple...
2pac died because he was a Real threat
and Biggie died because of Tupac's Death...
Would you rather die for being a Real Threat
or Die because of someone else's death
No question mark needed
Let's go visit a body that's kept on the Other Side
let's go Deep Down Inside
where I know how a killa works on the opposite side...
The Hate was the gun and The Jealousy made US pull it
the Bullet gave so much love to the Trigga Nigga Shooters
not knowing the shooter put his name on it...
Our claim 4 fame was on different sides of the coast
we were going against both sides that showed
the most love 4 their favorite rapper
WE were at WAR!!!
but what Rap War was WE fighting for
when this rap music has ALWAYS belong to US!!!
a Criminal Mind is a Terrible thing to Waste...
Going against those WE can't Trust
Going against those WE still Hate
The White Media is always hypocritical
playground TV detectives were smart from the start...
Advertising our mouths to manipulate our words
the Curse heard every WORD that got US so Emotional
without saying "the Word"
they made US put the bullets on Tupac and Biggie's chest
retaliation put them BOTH to rest
so HOW COME today...
it's so easy to2 kill the Black Devils but not kill the Fake Rap Gods?!!!
There is Rat in Every Rap House
Raw BEEF can be unhealthy
especially when you throw a little ghetto meat
to a bunch of greedy niggas...
Rich niggas got so much to loose
Hungry Niggas got so MUCH to gain
Grimy Nigga Slaves always fuckin-up real thangs!!!
Cutting throats against each other for the Wrong Names
now that's the real DAM shame
when the Rap CAUSE will cost rap niggas
to die against each other for the Wrong Fame...
"WHERE are My Real LOYALTY NIGGAS AT?"
no matter if you are Muslim, Christian or Pro-Black
NO religion can protect U...
Surviving in this Hand Made World is the same curse
that will make you search for the Malcolm X truth
YOU can Die by the same hands that made YOU
your Main man was the Black Man that killed U...
No More Dreams for Martin Luther King Jr.,
most of US still don't recognize his Movement
No Justice No Sleep No Peace
spoken codes with no actions!!!
His retaliation was the only World Wide Name
who's Fame died by the opposite hands
that Most Black People Still March Against...
On the balcony can you say the word nigger without getting killed?
There's TOO MUCH Freedom in this country that WE call America
Freedom for some BUT not for all
Americans going against their OWN country
American Express gets NO PASS if you can't speak American English
WE say the word "nigga" like cracka with cheese
Emancipation to America's Nation
has made history Proclaim slavery all over again...
This cycle repeats but never to the end
let's not pretend WE know LIFE GOES ON....
Hard-headed unpredictable and took no shit
Tupac made emotional niggas suck their own dick
and GAVE
The Real niggas the Real Reasons to back this shit up...
Tupac's Legend is still alive and remains conscious and strong
I see him FREE and Alive
through so many people who look and talk like him...
"How Long Will They Mourn Me"
"Until the End of Time"
I thank GOD for Tupac's blessings...
in his spirit, body and mind
his rhymes SPOKE the codes for those
Future Potential Children
to remind them Tupac was just like THEM...
Sitting outside the "Dopefiend's Diner"
hustlin in this "White Man's World"
"GOD BLESS the Child who got HIS OWN"
"R U STILL DOWN"
"2 Keep your Head up When You are Against the World"
You will never become the GREATEST for anything
by playing it Safe
"No More Pain" will BE buried alive in the graves...
A LEGEND doesn't die just because the Body does
Real Niggas don't DIE
WE add subtract DIVIDE and multiply...
"Only GOD can Judge You Now"
when people claim YOU to be Dead Wrong
Instigators only forget about U
"When They Don't Give a Fuck about You"
"Unconditional Love"
"What would I Do 4 Love"
Nobody knows the REAL truth about love
but I do know this...
I Will Never call U Nigga Again if you "Never Call Me A Bitch"
So many songs for so many different Reasons
so many songs with so many different Meanings
Tupac music still plays
in ALL the same stompin grounds I grew up in...
Stop Look and Listen
from my past present and future sins.
Tupac's mother should take her son's music more seriously
and not allow just ANY BODY to sample his lyrics so easily...
But then again...
she will meet him and greet him
to remind him there will be no ONE before him OR after him
WE Won't Stop
WE CAN'T BE STOPPED
WE won't Stop until WE are Finished
...This is the Meaning 2 the Beginning 2 The End ...
"What can I type about D
that would make him sound so simple so easy....
Absolutely NOTHING!!!....
the M to the X
DMX is...
KRAZY SEXY DEMONIC & UPLIFTING
I LOVE this man's rap energy
DMX Energy is pure RAP Quality...
YOU have 2 go through HELL 2 appreciate HEAVEN
I MUST repeat these words of actions once again:
I LOVE this man's rap energy
DMX Energy is pure RAP Quality...
lyrically speaking
"This Man's Words" always speaks the TRUTH for Me...
DMX will always come 1st to me
WE All THANK U
(sithanda ukukubonga)
For Not Being someone that You Are Not
Being your OWN rap artist and blowing UP spots
performing a show to let the World Know
that you are not afraid to show
your Rights with your Wrongs...
Keeping it REAL Strong and not Trying to Be Industry Perfect
I have No More Roads To Cross With You
WE won't discriminate U
without discriminating ourselves
WE just want you to take care of yourself
be good to yourself
before U lay down
and stay down by Yourself
I know that Hell very Well
"Loneliness can be a crowded Place
filled with so many faces you can't Trust"
Hold On DMX
Hold on D
I SEE and FEEL YOUR WORTHY POTENTIAL...
Even when the Damiens remind me
that GOD only comes when bad things happen...
I say make the bad things happen
To make YOU Realize the Lord has Given YOU a Sign
like it or not
use your Last Hope wisely...
(whisper)
"What's My Name"
WE will NEVER forget your name
U gave US the Reasons to keep the Name ALIVE
so when DARKNESS finally touches you
and GOD shines deep inside your eyes
your enemies will start to get READY
to laugh at you
to judge you
to criticize you for being Rap Original
When that time comes thru...
WE will use the same tools
that your enemies abuse against U."
until then
~1~
that would make him sound so simple so easy....
Absolutely NOTHING!!!....
the M to the X
DMX is...
KRAZY SEXY DEMONIC & UPLIFTING
I LOVE this man's rap energy
DMX Energy is pure RAP Quality...
YOU have 2 go through HELL 2 appreciate HEAVEN
I MUST repeat these words of actions once again:
I LOVE this man's rap energy
DMX Energy is pure RAP Quality...
lyrically speaking
"This Man's Words" always speaks the TRUTH for Me...
DMX will always come 1st to me
WE All THANK U
(sithanda ukukubonga)
For Not Being someone that You Are Not
Being your OWN rap artist and blowing UP spots
performing a show to let the World Know
that you are not afraid to show
your Rights with your Wrongs...
Keeping it REAL Strong and not Trying to Be Industry Perfect
I have No More Roads To Cross With You
WE won't discriminate U
without discriminating ourselves
WE just want you to take care of yourself
be good to yourself
before U lay down
and stay down by Yourself
I know that Hell very Well
"Loneliness can be a crowded Place
filled with so many faces you can't Trust"
Hold On DMX
Hold on D
I SEE and FEEL YOUR WORTHY POTENTIAL...
Even when the Damiens remind me
that GOD only comes when bad things happen...
I say make the bad things happen
To make YOU Realize the Lord has Given YOU a Sign
like it or not
use your Last Hope wisely...
(whisper)
"What's My Name"
WE will NEVER forget your name
U gave US the Reasons to keep the Name ALIVE
so when DARKNESS finally touches you
and GOD shines deep inside your eyes
your enemies will start to get READY
to laugh at you
to judge you
to criticize you for being Rap Original
When that time comes thru...
WE will use the same tools
that your enemies abuse against U."
until then
~1~
DAM
what am I gonna do now...
looking at myself I keep reminding myself
I was BORN to keep it G...
NOBODY that's worth to be ANY BODY can go against me
to survive in my past
I grew UP in my past
my past history made me Guilty
I AM the LAST One Standing...
I AM my worst enemy
2 BE or NOT 2 Be...
I give life to the Fullest but sometimes life can take away the Empty
so how long will my style
keep making me smile
for my sins to look so dam pretty...
it is a pity to know
the mouth you OWN is not the Real Mouth U speak
I swear those eyes keep watching me
reading me
trying to make their OWN story
without ME signing on the dotted line...
"The words that U read got 50 pages missing"
so WHO are you for ME to lie 2
why ME?
why not U...
MY eyes can ONLY read a Soldier's Potential
U ain't nobody until somebody tries 2 kill you.
Your fans will burn you they demand proof
I AM NO FAN to your name Brand plans
not the ONE who stands against you..
No Romeo No Juliet
No Times No Faces No Traces No Dates
I seek REAL Potential in real crooked places
Most Black Amercanize Celebrity Figures
made success because of real criminal crimes
How many times will YOU March to those American Dimes...
With so much to loose and nothing to prove
This is WHY most of you are STILL ALIVE
"Duck Duck Goose"
the kill is no longer worthy
so what is your Real purpose 2 die
no question mark needed
WE Still read the lyrics in your rhymes
Turn the Next Page...
WE Stand corrected when I say
"Business is Strictly business SEPARATE Business from Thugs 2 Men"
WE have the POWER!!!
the REAL POWER will NOT be Televised on TV
U know what I mean...
Fiddy VS Curtis
there is NO U in the name Me
the difference between You and Me
I keep it All Black G
Eye wait patiently for the Next Sin to come
and it will come
this shit always come back around to ME eventually...
my One finger nail was cut off short
to remind me of the half job I DONE
I won those Wrinkles inside my telescope
to match my pretty dark eyes...
"You Should be Dead"
Nigga I DID die...
30 seconds for the Holy Ghost to bring me back to Be Alive
Niggas can't shoot to Save my Life
"a Killa is suppose to Take U not give the Life Back 2 U"
In far away countries
WE hold the Real symbol to Hail Mary
my Father's Massacre was a precum to a blood bath movie
I AM his equal to this sequel NO ONE can move me
no Guarantee my DNA can trace me
Not the only One with Customize Twins that look like Me
the make-up is called "Innocence" the foundation is called "Guilty"
the sins are written all over my face...
I Keep Clean for this paper chase
the background remains smart
Do I look the part for this muthafuckin art?
there's a method to my madness my code is in my art
it's easy to deceive the truth
when the truth shines better in the dark
"the positive is 2 my negative the negative remains positive"
"what U give is NOT what U will receive"
if YOU don't see it
it never exist !!!
Me?
I never was the problem child
but I can BE the problem child
my twin rest her soul 10 years ago
AGAINST the smoke that was made By me
It was All About ME
"Inspiration bless Me at a very young Age"
My father always told 2 me...
"a man's hands should never smell like smoke"
My Future will teach
the young black men to always wear black gloves
to STOP corrupted white thugs from shooting
Black men with hands that don't carry black gloves.
Why me?
why not YOU...
I will continue to manipulate to speak what they HEARD
but I will NEVER show and tell The Real Word.
" kula-sulbinya funista ire cohymna"
what am I gonna do now...
looking at myself I keep reminding myself
I was BORN to keep it G...
NOBODY that's worth to be ANY BODY can go against me
to survive in my past
I grew UP in my past
my past history made me Guilty
I AM the LAST One Standing...
I AM my worst enemy
2 BE or NOT 2 Be...
I give life to the Fullest but sometimes life can take away the Empty
so how long will my style
keep making me smile
for my sins to look so dam pretty...
it is a pity to know
the mouth you OWN is not the Real Mouth U speak
I swear those eyes keep watching me
reading me
trying to make their OWN story
without ME signing on the dotted line...
"The words that U read got 50 pages missing"
so WHO are you for ME to lie 2
why ME?
why not U...
MY eyes can ONLY read a Soldier's Potential
U ain't nobody until somebody tries 2 kill you.
Your fans will burn you they demand proof
I AM NO FAN to your name Brand plans
not the ONE who stands against you..
No Romeo No Juliet
No Times No Faces No Traces No Dates
I seek REAL Potential in real crooked places
Most Black Amercanize Celebrity Figures
made success because of real criminal crimes
How many times will YOU March to those American Dimes...
With so much to loose and nothing to prove
This is WHY most of you are STILL ALIVE
"Duck Duck Goose"
the kill is no longer worthy
so what is your Real purpose 2 die
no question mark needed
WE Still read the lyrics in your rhymes
Turn the Next Page...
WE Stand corrected when I say
"Business is Strictly business SEPARATE Business from Thugs 2 Men"
WE have the POWER!!!
the REAL POWER will NOT be Televised on TV
U know what I mean...
Fiddy VS Curtis
there is NO U in the name Me
the difference between You and Me
I keep it All Black G
Eye wait patiently for the Next Sin to come
and it will come
this shit always come back around to ME eventually...
my One finger nail was cut off short
to remind me of the half job I DONE
I won those Wrinkles inside my telescope
to match my pretty dark eyes...
"You Should be Dead"
Nigga I DID die...
30 seconds for the Holy Ghost to bring me back to Be Alive
Niggas can't shoot to Save my Life
"a Killa is suppose to Take U not give the Life Back 2 U"
In far away countries
WE hold the Real symbol to Hail Mary
my Father's Massacre was a precum to a blood bath movie
I AM his equal to this sequel NO ONE can move me
no Guarantee my DNA can trace me
Not the only One with Customize Twins that look like Me
the make-up is called "Innocence" the foundation is called "Guilty"
the sins are written all over my face...
I Keep Clean for this paper chase
the background remains smart
Do I look the part for this muthafuckin art?
there's a method to my madness my code is in my art
it's easy to deceive the truth
when the truth shines better in the dark
"the positive is 2 my negative the negative remains positive"
"what U give is NOT what U will receive"
if YOU don't see it
it never exist !!!
Me?
I never was the problem child
but I can BE the problem child
my twin rest her soul 10 years ago
AGAINST the smoke that was made By me
It was All About ME
"Inspiration bless Me at a very young Age"
My father always told 2 me...
"a man's hands should never smell like smoke"
My Future will teach
the young black men to always wear black gloves
to STOP corrupted white thugs from shooting
Black men with hands that don't carry black gloves.
Why me?
why not YOU...
I will continue to manipulate to speak what they HEARD
but I will NEVER show and tell The Real Word.
" kula-sulbinya funista ire cohymna"