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“Whatcha Go Do?”
The Stock Market Crash Has Been Delayed
The Stock Market Crash has been delayed
By the Federal Reserve whose brass got paid
To feed the Beast with fake money, printed not made.
The crash delayed to hide the financial cycle they made of 2625 days,
That got exposed by one of their former slaves,
Who should have died in the race war that got delayed,
When Farrakhan called out a 10,000 Fearless Black Man brigade.
So, the Big Snakes took the fake,
And slid on to China to get paid,
But on 1/26/2016, the predicted date,
The leaders of China shut down their Stock Market’s gate,
And Soros and his Blood Sucking Snakes lost the bets they made,
Leaving the Evil Shepherds to sort it out in their respective Caves.
Yes, Farrakhan saved America from a Financial Dooms Day,
Just to have her burned by the Son of Man on Judgement Day.
And “Zee Planes, Zee Planes” is what they’ll say.
Peace, Doc
© copyright 2017 by Dr. Ridgely Abdul Mu’min
Blood Sucker Die
Santa Claus is a big fat lie,
Making white men rich while they watch us die.
Stop being a dumb sucker, let the blood sucker die.
Control what you spend, control what you buy,
Stop looking for your heaven in the sweet bye and bye,
While you give the devils wings, so the devils can fly.
You like to give your devils everything they need,
To whoop your head and make you bleed.
You run down town to the belly of the beast,
Just to lay your money down at the devils’ feet.
You like to spend your money with everybody else,
And not spend a black dime with your own Black self.
Then you run to the Black man with no money in your hand,
Talking about yoh brother will you please understand?
Well, I don’t understand a damned word you say,
Every dime you get you throw it all away.
Are you an all day sucker or a part-time fool?
You must have graduated from the sucker school.
Keep playing the fool, you go lose your soul,
Walking round in the white man’s designer clothes.
You like to walk around in the devil’s brand names,
The same devils that you used to brand you with a flame.
Well they must have burned a hole right through your brain,
Cause you still walking around in the devil’s brand names.
What the hell is a Gouche bag or a Nike shoe?
What the hell them crackers ever done for you?
You just like being the main sucker at the blood sucking zoo,
They sucking your blood while they laughing at you.
How the hell can you sleep good at midnight
Beneath the pale blue satellite?
You’d better get your Black tale up and fight,
Or you’ll be stuck up in jail with your butt too tight.
Did you lose all your money downtown at the Gap
For some cheap baby clothes and baseball cap?
You must be a dummy, you gotta be a sap.
You get your little money, you give it all back.
I bet you worship the image of the beast,
While you’re the main treat at the devil’s feast.
They sopping up nigga’s like you sopping up grease.
They licking your blood while you talking about Peace.
The image of the beast on the Washington Mall,
The devil told God he’d get them all.
Not my elect they will not fall.
When they hear my words they’ll heed my call.
They’ll do what they got to do to make it real.
Put the devil on the square and make a clean kill.
We ain’t talking about killing no white man’s flesh,
But the mind of the beast just to end this mess.
It’s time to expose the Masonic Code.
Blow it up right here in front of your nose.
Dropping the keys, divine mysteries,
Snatch the apron off the devil’s 32 degrees.
Hit the Black man upside the head.
In the Northwest corner they left him for dead.
In a shallow grave, the massa’s cave,
No body to hear, no body to save.
But the Son of Man came from the east one day,
Looking for the sheep that went astray.
With the Master Plan, looking for the man,
With the Master Grip, just to grab that hand.
Well he found Elijah and he rose him up,
And that my friend was your bad luck.
So we’re standing here to free Mumia.
All he did was try to help us see her.
Now who is she, the great mystery,
One foot on the land, one foot on the sea,
Babylon, the great, America, the snake?
Come out of her my children before it’s too late.
You don’t need a boat, you don’t need a plane.
Accept your own and be your self and be your own brand name.
You don’t need a boat, you don’t need a plane.
Accept your own and be your self and be your own Black name.
We got some Black farmers here that you might want to meet,
Cause you can’t grow no food on now white concrete.
Stop being a dumb sucker, let the blood sucker die.
Control what you spend, control what you buy,
Now snatch your wings back from the devils, so you can fly.
Sq*natch your wings back from the devils, so you can fly.
Terminator Genes
by Dr. Ridgely A. Mu’min Muhammad
Terminator, terminator, terminator genes,
You better find out just what we mean.
You’re eating good now but you’re gonna eat lean,
‘Cause they changing the nature of everything green.
Terminator, terminator, terminator genes,
You better find out just what we mean.
They’re changing the nature of the living seed.
You grow it one time and it won’t repeat.
The farmers are going to have to pay so much for seed,
That they go quit and you won’t eat.
There’s a war going on that you might want to know.
You better find out from Monsanto.
Germ warfare in the land and the air,
They killing the seed so the seed won’t bare.
Excuse me while I sound the alarm,
But the USDA plans to do you harm.
They’re the ones that designed these genetic bombs,
They’re the ones that took the Black man’s farms.
You got no farms and you got no land,
‘Cause you would not listen to that little Black man.
They gave you food stamps and they took away the land,
Now you eat all your food from the white man’s hand.
They gave you welfare so you would not care.
You got your pretty nose stuck up in the air.
You got your long nails and your store bought hair,
You gonna chew them nails when the cupboard’s bare.
You like to ride in them fancy cars,
But you got no food for your baby’s jars.
I know one day you want to be a star,
But them terminator genes ain’t go let you get that far.
There used to be these germinating seeds,
But the terminator genes gonna end that breed.
The changed the DNA so it cannot read,
Kill the people in the middle of the process of greed.
There’s only gonna be two kinds of food:
One for the rich and the rest for fools.
“Well, if they kill Black folks they’ll kill whites too.”
But they’ll kill three of them just to get one of you.
You see, Black folks are still in that baby boom,
But they got some poison to end that soon.
They messing with the genes and the chromosomes,
They go put Black folks in the “Twilight Zone”.
If Europe don’t want no terminator food,
That should be a little hint for a thinking fool.
But I bet you went to the high tech school,
So you searching the web for your next bowl of soup.
Herbicides, pesticides, suicide, genocide,
You better use your money to stay alive.
Stop spending your money on this high-tech jive.
You’d better get you some land if you plan to survive.
You’d better get your priorities back in line.
You keep playing the fool, you gonna lose your behind.
You acting real stupid and you’re acting right blind,
While the devil is perpetrating the perfect crime.
I know you want to live that “American Dream”,
But that’s not in the white man’s scheme.
It might sound cold and it might sound mean,
But the terminator genes gonna end that dream.
I know you like that McDonald’s and your Burger King,
But you ain’t go like these terminator genes.
They changing the meat, they changing the greens,
Fast food line straight to the murder scene.
Terminator, terminator, terminator genes,
You better find out just what we mean.
Terminator, terminator, terminator genes,
You better find out just what we mean.
Peace, Doc
(c) copyright 1999 by “Doc” Ridgely Mu’min (but you can spread it like seeds)
Sheep, sheepdog and evil shepherd
By Dr. Ridgely Abdul Mu’min (2014)
Sheep, sheepdog and evil shepherd,
Ride the people like you riding your herd.
Sheep woke up done heard the word,
Now you got to worry about a pissed off herd.
Jubilee, Jubilie, Ju-be got down low,
Ju-be stole my money, Ju-be got to go.
You stole my money on your market flour,
But we got the secret to your fat cash flow.
Stock market, you place your bets,
You gonna get took by a big fat cat.
Everybody knows that the market’s fixed,
Just another trick of the supper rich.
You lay your money down and turn around,
It just got took to Hymie-Town,
Where the games that they play is an outright sin,
Cause everybody knows that the House go win.
They let the people in thinking they go win,
Then suck that blood with a ball-point pen.
Sheep, sheepdog and evil shepherd,
Ride the people like you riding your herd.
Sheep woke up done heard the word,
Now you got to worry about a pissed off herd.
Jubilee, Jubilie, Ju-be got down low,
Ju-be stole my money, Ju-be got to go.
You stole my money on your market flour,
But we got the secret to your fat cash flow.
They read the numbers off our walls,
To make the stock market rise and fall.
The numbers are right there in the Bible book,
Daniel 12:ll,12 just take a look.
Somebody please call 911,
Cause we done got your number son.
2625 keeps hope alive,
You pump the market up just to make it dive.
You get the people ripe with your market hype,
Then suck that blood in the middle of the night.
Now it’s time to drop this dime,
Ju-be never been no friend of mine,
And I ain’t got no mercy for your wicked soul,
Cause ain’t nothing there but an empty hole.
Sheep, sheepdog and evil shepherd,
Ride the people like you riding your herd.
Sheep woke up done heard the word,
Now you got to worry about a pissed off herd.
Jubilee, Jubilie, Ju-be got down low,
Ju-be stole my money, Ju-be got to go.
You stole my money on your market flour,
But we got the secret to your fat cash flow.