Competitions come with consequences like conspiracies can’t continue forever without culminating to an orgasmic conclusion. Winning a war without sacrificing something significant is impossible. Whether it’s lost lives, broken bones, forgotten friendships, demolished domains, or perished pride, surrendering something sacred or sought-after comes with conflict. With that, if you weak-ass weirdos wake up every day, exhausting everything from time to tools while desiring to dish out my downfall, why wouldn’t I showcase your exhaustive efforts as an example of how hard haters go to compete where they can’t compare then use the competition that you created to conquer you? I’m one person, and you’re the entire United States government and every entertainer and popular person in the industry! J. Cole, if “The Fall-Off” is as awesome as I anticipate, with beats and bars better than recent releases from Canada’s crooner and Compton’s conscious crusader, I’m personally placing you in the number one spot among the “Big 3.” Bowing out of bullshit to steer clear of statistical, stereotypical black-on-black hatred is honorable. Coloreds and conflict go together like Caucasians and causing conflict among coloreds. Without question, the Feds back the back and forth between rappers because the optics of niggas being “niggers” superficially substantiates their belief that blacks are barbaric, belligerent, and brainless by default. Messing with me was a mistake because, not only have you made me the posterchild for perseverance under persistent pressure by “powerful” people, you’ve inadvertently educated me on everything everyone hates about the government and given me first-hand experience. Y’all, they showed me and told me way too much, thinking that it would scare me shitless and compel me to capitulate, but it just empowered and emboldened me. You’re all being paid to play your motherfuckin’ selves! Anyhoo, I’ve strained my hamstring by overtraining, which happens too often, and this shit hurts like a motherfucker! Imagine enduring the extreme pain of a crippling cramp that’s stuck cramped. I can barely lift my leg, and as I’m under surveillance by mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers who’re overjoyed by observing me being overwhelmed or presented with obstacles, the endlessly evil enemy eats up every trying and testing time I endure. Endurance is an excellent word to explain the energy I exhibit in every event meant to break me and force me to bow out. Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you keep trying the same shit and expecting my endurance to expire, but my resilience right now is the result of recognizing that your recurrent ridiculousness has laughable limits. You can’t move past the fact that pettiness and puerility, no matter how passionate and persuasive, has no power over immensely intelligent individuals with monumental maturity. Does that mean I’m not annoyed and alarmed by adamant attempts to antagonize and intimidate me? No, but your nonsense won’t neutralize my no nonsense nature. And I’d rather be alone than accompanied by or aligned with a bunch of bitch-ass bitches. Most of you couldn’t stand alone if you were the only opp on the opposite side of your own fears. Personally, panicking, praying, and pleading for pusillanimous pricks to pass me by ain’t part of my personality. What motivates you to be a miserable, meddlesome motherfucker? It’s got to be the sadistic satisfaction of seeing people suffer, right? Like I said, many of the allusive attacks and subliminal slights are linked to crimes committed against me as the country’s most crooked cops and their conspiratorial commanders cackled and created content to cause chaos. In this clip, two popular podcasting partners, Tim Segura and Christina Pazsitzky, make fun of how I was tranquilized and traumatized during a vulnerable time. And the incident in question has been heavily referenced in the recurrent ridiculousness, as it involves infuriating indecency that was apparently recorded. When the looming lawsuits hit, detailing the disgusting, disturbing, disgraceful deeds done to drive me into derangement, a lot of your careers are fuckin’ finished. Not because I’m bitter, can’t take the heat, or aren’t built for the spotlight, but because you’re a bunch of sick sacks of shit who’re happy to hurt others. So, soon…
Omniscience