“God gave me style… God gave me grace! God put a smile… on my face! God made me shine… like the Sun! Sometimes I feel… like I’m the One!” I suppose that some see simple successes, tiny talents, and financial freedom as God’s greatest gifts, huh? That’s realistic, right? It’s overly, overtly, observably obvious that y’all “can’t break it down, the way I break it down.” The Holy Spirit, or the possessive power that is, is a hoe. I’m just sayin’. As it pertains to religion, do y’all wanna know the craziest part about the crazy conspiracy centered on me? It’s that God (allegedly) chose, chased, and is craving to convince me to believe, not vice versa. The fact is, I don’t chase—I attract. So… who thinks that time travel plays a part in the terrible, terrific, terrifying things that are happening here? A lot like life, roller coaster rides can be startling, soothing, scary, sad, surprising, somehow sexually satisfying, etc., right? By the same token, every Earthling’s everyday experiences can elicit an eclectic array of emotions. Everybody has multiple moods and an adjustable attitude, but plenty of people prefer panic, pain, and perpetuated problems over prolonged peace, pleasure, and prosperity. For instance, Tupac typically took things too personally, or at a minimum, he tended to take things to the extreme, which is why he led the foolish, frivolous fight over a plain piece of jewelry that ultimately led to him losing his lovable life. On the other hand, Biggie was cool, calm, collected, and had a cuddly cub vibe—yet with a prominent presence. But let’s be honest, Tupac’s planned, predictable second shooting solved itself shortly after the fated, felonious fight’s footage was released, right? Like I said before, the self-proclaimed street soldier was headed right back to prison following the fatal fight anyway, so falling face-first into the abyss was his fate regardless. And is it me, or have humans historically glazed over the fact that Tupac and his violent victim-turned-vigilante looked a lot alike? Do you know what I think of when wondering whether or not “the Matrix” man-made that murder? I think of the popular phrase, “It be your own people!” I mean, I’ve perfectly proven that dispatching disturbing, deceitful doppelgängers is one the Feds’ favorite mind-fuck methods. So, coincidence or conspiracy? You be the judge. And again, what if God is an asshole? When was the last time fear forced you to recoil, retreat, or reevaluate a serious situation? What if every emotion experienced or expressed in every everyday Earthling’s life is God sending signals to show how he feels in specific situations? In other words, what if you’re feeling God’s feelings? And if that’s true, do feelings flip flop from God’s to the Devil’s depending on if they’re “good” or “bad” feelings? Yes, I’m still seeing stuff that makes me wonder what’s fact and what’s fiction in a world where everybody’s stupid. And because of that, per my personal policy, I officially don’t believe anything at all about “reality”—other than the truth that intelligence isn’t immense anywhere outside my mighty mind. History holds true that humanity and honesty have never been besties, as humans hate honesty, so the separation seems like strictly-enforced segregation to me. With that, I guess God’s golden gift gives me the authority to take things to the extreme in efforts to expose every endlessly evil enemy’s exhaustive effort to abolish authenticity. Imagine imagining that telling the truth is tantamount to acknowledging, admitting to, and appreciating that you’re a liar. Do liars love themselves if they hate honesty? In picturing phony people praying and portraying perfection to protect their fragile feelings from the truth—through fibs, falsehoods, and being fake as fuck—you should see why said phony people perceive pretending as protection. Here’s a hint, it’s the same reason that commonplace content creators, casual citizens, and celebrity co-conspirators connected to the crazy conspiracy centered on me can’t conjure the courage to clearly communicate how the Creator controls their malleable minds! Unlike humans and honesty, rap and religion are as acquainted and aligned as me and my prophesied purpose. Subsequently, as it pertains to religion, do y’all wanna know the second craziest part about the crazy conspiracy centered on me? It’s that giving God the glory is trendy and traditional, even for nonsensical niggas, so essentially everything points to a particular prophet’s prophecy in some form or fashion. And soon…
Omniscience