Grindin' Scheme Stylin'

Back by unpopular demand. We know the realities of life are really the cruelties of circumstances that always end in a hand stance off the heads of fools that do not know how to comb their tooth. It comes down the realization of haves and have nots it's always a knot in my bones to make me really shine with the utmost severity in the fact that the world is really a bipolar stepchild that doesn't know the difference between they, them, and theirs and it is really not them to be saying as such when they do not know what is really theirs or not. I mean take into consideration of the world we live in. Money is just the print of a computer and FIAT is finally coming to realization it has to do the same thing in order to compete with itself like a Drizzy song. If it pops at least. We got gangbangers called banksters that just take and take and take and take and take and take and still stand before the Senate placating the realities of the truth of their own coffers, see I did it the right way there. I am them. I come with the rage of realities that are so far destined they come from the freezing cold cutters of gutters that really do not show how the lips of liars come from the same name of their households. Fools are gold for the bagger is not honey its the semen of wombed tombs from mothers crying for their doom. I have heard mothers cry in my ears as my own yells at me to shoot blanks at the flag and cry it's time for a war that will bring the nature of man to realize itself for what it has become. A fraud. How can you lie on your child's name and still call yourself a man even women know it always the man of a man that is their man. I got auditors and laughter the devil knows only the tame side of my name on a six of a kane. You call yourself men? I man can shake the hand of his son and say you will be better than me. A man can look his wife in his eyes and know she is the best of his own betterment. If she is the head I am the eyes that stab. You call yourself the best of what man has to offer and still Adam never met his own coffers in the garden when TD is half empty. You want money but got gain green in your teeth and not enough cloth to wipe the dust in your laps. Blatant corruption should be addressed exactly for what it is and that is still coming down the pipeline for even foreskin has breadth to the bread you feed yourself and I promised myself even though i'm short i'm still tall. You can look at yourself on snapchat and not even feel the snap of my hand in the quick pass I pass a receiver and it's still a golden lab to a matador. You taking names when I am critically acclaimed to each and every ounce of a dame still pushing past her ounces of laced shoes that come from the perks of a chuckee check. You working me? She working me, I got workers working for me in Unions you do not even know and even if you did there is not much that you can do because I am still pushing more weight on ships that the software cracked a couple billion for free on the government. You died off and still coming up these steps like you have claim for my seat always working me working me working me working me. I got names you do not even know about and still claiming more for myself with more names in the fames dish of piss that I pour in my champagne. You got to lean back for the killzone is coming in hot on the press on Bodega Barter. Fat pushes off pulls so far ahead of your own hairline that my lineup comes with the pull out and that's a mattress. I crossed the line and still come up on time with dimes of bags on top of my crotch and still snigg past the sniff of a spade at a ball game. Coming my product past the research and development with infrastructure currencies till putting past me a game that still me vs me and thats on young dolph I have been golfing and sill pushing past the matter of the law as it still stands true and I am brute. Everything that I have seen in this life has always reminded me to speak to the will of the people because you motherfuckers clearly do not see an equal to this prequel and I am making a couple of films only for the sequel. This is war and Fredo Santana still came with more clips to a bitch for the moves are coming in bigger than big sean and his own mistresses of a psycho of russ and still pushing pounds of gains like Jay-Z with Beyonce counting my checks with the kids at school. I am everywhere with each place of seconds in my plate I got more eats' than Uber and it still green on the map when I reach my destination. You want to touch me you can I am in the open all I got to do is make the play and still ends up with your head on a plate feeding the fodder to the wolves coming loud to the trumpets of Jericho putting down walls the same way your girl puts up her lingerie for me to eye her out and still be Dutch and never touch in the red zone. You think your the man I was born a Man and still pushed past the realization of me as a snigg in a country where my color is a passport to damnation of the same nation that KDot got to same name say the lame fame of Damn Jon thats Don Jon going off the keyboard surging the keys surfing like a Sufi Turk with the Albanians say jangemash. You want mercy from me? Sike snigg I come with the fury of hell of my people suffering from the plight of those who have constantly been belittled for all that they are when you know you were only born for less of their sweat when they do what they do best as they are the people that bore me into the will of the world to fight fortified to the nation that I born into from when I was born in the east. Pushing the checks of the Irish in corporations with corked bottles of wine with Haitian damsels her whine is ready for the pop of the bottle or nine. You want to pilfer my name, take my age, my date of birth and bring me as a slave when my God knows I am born for the best of my nature to right the wrong of all your forefathers and foremothers who did not reach the test of motherhood to raise you out of your hoods. My Lord has taught me my way, he has sown in me the rage to speak like Moses and preach like Aharon and bring the fury of Elijah my chariot goes around the Kaaba and reaches that of Al-Aqsa I come from the dome of the rock of the Prophet Muhammed peace be upon him. You cannot take what is mine as I fought for it on my lives and their worth comes down from the wrath of the Devil that I am. I will become the RaSul Allah that is meant to say SubahanWaTalla you will know my name as I am starting off with the realization that all of you who call yourself men are merely the coffer of skulls that I carry at Dragoi i Kafkave you cannot touch me. I come as Don Jon breaker of chains, the free. The King of my people. The teacher of the law. As Baba Shrodan the youngest Shefi of the Bronx Albanians that even the Alites know for a quick light. The cigars come with my own liquor thats from the coconuts, I have done trade of three hundred years of labor from my chains of my great grandfathers eldest son and of his eldest son and I am his eldest son. I am the King to come again to preach the gospel of war to the nations fighting for the resurrection of themselves when they have been slaves to your money from the time of your creation to enslave my people. You know your names. You know your worth. You know who you are. You do not need to explain to yourself anymore as I will give the lectures to these bastards who take from us without even a simple ask to understand that colors that best represent our hearts and mine is dark like the night. Beautiful like the stars. Hidden behind the moon. Ringing the heads and racking the bands of dancers that will come to fight into this battle as I am tested by hatred of the world and come with the full might of the man that I am. I come to show you the real ties of the world that we live in. This is it. There is a small island country known as Sri Lanka and it is my brothers home. Constantly fighting turmoil and uncessing pain that comes from my heart. My brother's heart is my own, that is how I have always lived my life and if I go I know I leave with his heart in my hands. I am never alone as I have his heart in my own.

I have a formula for you to understand the cost of living. Debt.

Sri Lankan Gross Domestic Product = 88.93B U.S Dollars

Sri Lankan Gross National Income = 318.3B PPP Dollars

Total Debt Service % = 4.3%

((GNI - GDP) * Total Debt Service) = Total Economic Leverage

((318.3-88.93)*.043)) = $9.86291B USD

As purchasing power parity is the relation to purchasing power per capita of network earnings of a country. And with the debt service ratio it is the limiting directive for the flow of econometric systems that drive gains at the highest level for consistent growth that benefits the structures of growing stable GDP with the power of the people in direct correlation to the growth of a country.

Sri Lanka only has that much reaching the same point of the Civil War between Tamils and Sinhalese. Even with exports at the rate they are now there will be a constant problem of poverty that is prevalent only to the governmental structures and not that of the people itself. That brings the power of the people to the table every single time it needs to be heard and no central banker or economist can deny that as the facts are the facts and if they are different for you then you are a blockhead in legoland and it's not that fun trust me I build them quick and build all my own models.

The current structure of debt coming in from the People's Republic of China from the belt and road initiative only robs the potential of the Island that I call home for my brother's heart is in my hand and I will guard it with my life even if I must lose it.

Do more. I am out for now.