“Many men, wish death upon me… I’m tryna be who I’m destined to be, and niggas tryna take my life away!” “Fiddy” is doing Diddy dirty with that footage that the Feds procured from Puff’s personal, private possessions to profit from before Diddy could do it! There’s nothing to respect about y’all, at all! But speaking of the pettiest “P.I.M.P.,” I’ve credited Curtis for contributing to my calisthenics journey, as his muscles in “Many Men” motivated me. Components of the country’s most crooked cops’ cover-up could be comprehended as complimentary, despite the downright and direct disrespectfulness of them drudging to destroy my destiny and deceiving everyone about it. In the chaos and confusion of this conspiracy and its consequent cover-up, implications and insinuations rule the roost of the allusive attacks and subliminal slights that I mention so much. Of course, disinformation and deliberate derision dominate deceptive tactics. It’s being implied and insinuated incessantly that I’m dishonest and don’t deserve the attention that I’ve acquired alone for being an open book. I’ve done calisthenics on and off since I was about 15 years old, getting slightly serious about body building around age 17. Being buff is something that some people have known me for since my late-teens. I was approximately 23 years old in this picture, and you can see my pecs, delts, and traps, which are definitely distinctly developed. By the way, I was just mocking motherfuckers, it wasn’t a serious shot. And I covered my face because I’m ugly, but that’s not the point. The point is, I’m not lying about my life. I don’t romanticize when reminiscing or embellish expressions when telling the truth. I’m sincerely smart and serious-minded, but edgy and self-educated. None of you nitwitted niggas will ever be in my shoes, so imagining how you’d play my position is pointless. I don’t want to be “normal” or nothing like you numbskulls and nincompoops! With that, if you weak-ass weirdos want a cookie-cutter commentator who you can control, don’t expect an evolutionary experience from them. But evolving ain’t for everybody, obviously. If you’re not catching my drift, this ain’t about merely being famous and finding fortune, so casual conversations on a couch for cameras can’t correct what’s wrong here. You’re a super stupid motherfucker if you think you’re fixing to tell me what to do with my intelligence and intentions! All you copycats will be called out—some carried to court. And don’t worry, the gun in the previous picture is legal, and here’s a picture of my pew-pew permit that proves it, and also shows that my name is my name. Now, I shared that shameful, scary picture because it’s the “ashy” that contrasts the “classy” mentioned in a legendary rapper’s lyrics. Yes, that particular picture was referenced in a rap song. In the nation’s nuttiest nutjobs’ nonsensical cover-up, attempting to persuade me to use their pitiless psychological torture for anything but suing the shit out of them and exposing their endless evilness—like applying the animosity and antipathy as an alley-oop to catapult a rap career—has been tirelessly tried. However, fuck outta here! If politicians and passionate people have been popping off pretty much permanently without recognizable results, what message is many immutable melodramatic messengers sending? Like I said, y’all don’t have the fuckin’ answers! Rapping and regularly ranting and raving are redundant responses to recurrent ridiculousness, and they’re not remedies. I won’t be railroaded into redundancy like the rest of history’s half-assed heroes who’ve realized that revolution is a requirement in resolving recurrent ridiculousness but fought futilely forever, failed, or fell short of finding their footing on unstable ground while surrounded by uncertainty. To put it plainly, we ain’t the same! Get y’all goofy asses the fuck on somewhere! Jess, stop hanging your head, but it’s not going to be okay. Demaris, again, you did this to yourself. Ice and Ish, fuck your friend! All you nobody-ass, nothing-ass niggas nibbling my nuts who will be forgotten fast, kill your motherfuckin’ selves! I promise to put proverbial paws on every participant of the punk-ass police’s pitiful plot! What the fuck are y’all playing with me for? I’m a peaceful person. Anyhoo, if this “Kill Everybody!” Pete Hegseth shit isn’t a fake farce like the fraudulent follies that the Feds frequently force to the forefront, get him the fuck out of here! Stupid shit should make you mad, because it’s the reason why life sucks for some of you right now. And soon…
Omniscience