[ …if you have an ally who's an artist? …my advice? treat them right. ] we write words into reality. they don't make bullets big enough to match my calliber... i guess that makes me canon, nah, fuck a canon i'm like an atom bomb, or rather eve, i get even like a libra or even lilith, maybe medusa if you abuse me... get all up into your energy and react with your pent up menacing obsessions til they implode into medicine you cut the head off a chicken, i put it back on, christen it the second coming & listen while tendrills breath life back into the daughter of the firmament diadem of 12 stars like a corona of the mind triple entendre, to the second power that's 9 meanings you decline to apprehend... make up your mind, friend, am i a genius or a demon? all these penis politics are like...kinda creeping seeping into my skull like a boat hull breached by an iceberg i never said i don't sink i leave that to the titans... i'm going big daddy kane to your iceberg slim, cause tryna go against him rapping? "that's like a pimp tryna pull a nun ...ain't nothing happening." i said, i rise again. you're like, "when?" mind your own business. damn, people will try to slander me, people will try to murder me, people will try to frame me on false crimes. do you think i care what you think? i do, but there's only so far i can sink they just took into their hands the only thing i had left to fear: death. i feel so free. i refuse to be polarized, so your magnets won't work on me. i'm orally morally morbidly verbalized not gonna comply with my arrest... i'm not resisting this is called self-defense not caught in your dragnet i am not in your circuit, i am all of electricity. made by god, aka the source birthed by a woman, i'm a water sign moon so you know in the womb i felt everybody who gave her grief *phew* born like a rock rolled away from the tomb like simon peter, cut the ear off malchus, she was like, "yo, chill." i didn't go through this just for you to get killed. damn. so i learned to be a healer instead got a few years til i turn 33 got a few beers left til i have my last puke a few more words 'til my message is rebuked & on that note, there will prolly be many more opportunities to puke you know the funny thing bout the crucifiction of christ? it already happened: that's the past so if you finna wanna try to come for me? you might wanna think twice you nip my friends in the bud i might make your heart turn to ice not the kind that pumps blood, the frozen, thin kind that shatters with a toss of the dice... yatzi, nazi, better recognize who you are. better hail mary to the stars people will try to slander me, people will try to murder me, people will try to frame me on false crimes. do you think i care? they just took my life into their hands the only thing i had left to fear was death. i feel so free.

"awww, Settt” <3 by blosSsom words and music by blosSsom, beat produced by Foreign Made (denotation, in 4-3-2...) sometimes it's like... if anybody tried to lie on me, would the rest of y'all just believe them? what if they play innocent, present me as a creeper? if i tell my truth, would you still believe it? see, we're living in a world... surrounded by creepers. they act like vultures kill, that's not a vulture, that's a pill they force you to swallow but we the street sweepers sleeper cell awaken i was taught to freq the frequency i know i sound like weirdo rap, i'm more like mirror rap. (yea i've got a record but i don't fear a rap) still sharper than a motherfucking razor tho no cap, gillette's on the attack i'll take all the blame you try to throw at me, because looking at myself ain't never been easy. (believe me) i'm mr. personality but fuck a phallus i rock an obelisk like they so quick to diss US thinking i might capitulate facing capital punishment decapitation, i keep it a hundred i made this song just to see if ASCAP will pay it... nowadays everybody wanna be the police it's like a sting operation watching every breath i take i can't breathe i never fake it, so i guess that's why i never make it. a pagan, it's painful... i don't blame you cuz or if you a blood cuz i'm neither but i got love for the thugs. it's hard to distinguish myself, sometimes i feel like they want me to extinguish myself like MLK, the arc is long... they hit me below the belt make it sound like i got blown, when the reality is nobody went down but me i felt so down & all alone like pac in front of brown vs. board me against the world i'm osiris broken and scattered like a string of pearls... sometimes i feel like set is tryna set me up, again, tryna mix my messages up i bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust i told em keep the peace when they was ready to bust ninjas move like, um, ninjas at dusk, & at dawn... the calm before the storm? the darkest hour is always before the dawn some still cower, let them... i'm coming back around, like horus, hours, it's ours you know they try to whore us. these times are serious i got a sirius moon and if i say isis you prolly think i'm talking bout some terrorist goons like those in uniform? but the truth is it's some “terror” -ists who control the news why you think they never say anything new black-on-black crime? why's that? maybe it's the pot kalling the kokane black? i said, k-k-k-crack rock i'm sick of sickness ain't that a bitch while all these crackers force my brothers to talk about a fat whip mama africa she asked me to provide back-up so many tears in her eyes she said, my child, they're forcing our children to lie are you brave enough... to go against the tide? it will shatter your pride your best friend will tell lies and she'll believe them to be true they'll kick you out of the pack nail you down with tact like a jack-rabbit, (facts met by bad actors) you'll be hunted by black, white, grey trans, gay, straight, man or women, nazis come in all disguises you'll be like joseph in the technicolor dreamcoat you as rainbow as them, but they won't see you... yet no matter what, if you trust me, i will redeem you... i let go... let jah... that's code for the mother same say mama, same root as matter, and matrix i'm not black, per se, but somebody had to say it. str8 outta the galactic center... this is god's town. let's go.