I Wasn't Worried About Them / They Should Worry About Me (Part Ten)

 On this Throwback Thursday  / Thankful Thursday?  retro futuristic business is being handled...

...so I wasn't worried about them and those they should worry about me because business is being handled...

...before it handles us; and we're back as digital crate digging continues plus we're back with more of this breakbeat scientific elaboration.

I wasn't worried about them and those; Brotha O was dropping this sound plus another poetic comment on this and that aggravation..

..caused by an ongoing situation / prevailing conditions brought on by those worried about the wrong thing; Brotha O is putting work in with the midnight oil burning!

At the end of the day? they should be worried about me doing the math! bearing witness is like a clinical study but knowledge is acquired per living and learning!

The world kept turning like old school soap operas per this Throwback Thursday time frame.

The wood kept burning at the Papal Conclave, many are waiting on the smoke to clear and it did with Cardinal Robert Provost aka Pope Leo from Chicago going for what he knows; many are tired of the mind game!

Others try to find blame but I wasn't worried about them they should be worried about me! these words? distilled in my mind like a Kentucky bourbon distillery.. 

..that was probably busy due to the Kentucky Derby: some words left per this poem; a refill provided by reality?

Plus mobility is a factor so they should definitely worry about me as I kept it moving.

So what will the deal be? some we're worried about the wrong thing so peace wasn't still per Rev. James Cleveland it was fleeting; damn! it kept moving!

What's The Word On The Curb? (Part Seven)

 

I was analyzing the information to find the prognosis, I even looked into the past on this Flashback Friday. 

What's the word on the curb? what's the word in the wind? like San Francisco police using robots that kill how will the system try to play? 

The dude Brotha O had to take time to pray, the flow is interrupted by the devil and his advocates like its thrombosis. 

Naysayers made accusations like it's Kanye West talking crazy according to the word on the curb; they want to see us take a fall, and they claim it all started with us. 

But the shadows undone, what's done in the dark comes to light as entities / enemies are revealed. 

Poetic justice from Brotha O is administered per these poetic melodies, plus like Kentucky liquor / moonshine / whiskey, good music is distilled.  

I chilled out in Pluto / Mars intergalactic settings after being on Atlanta,  Louisville / Newburg or Josie aka Johannesburg  default settings but per the word on the curb I was warned; invaders approach they told me there's renegade stars in your domain..

..occupied by extraterrestrials / aliens, acting extra / flagrant ones; trying to unmask my soul?

The word on the curb said they want to settle the score, something about lands stolen while we were out there trying to get open; do I know pain?

I was asked as the weaponry blasts; I'm trying to maintain but my space? they want control. 

My weaponry will blast in response, O-Dog will drop that intergalactic funk on them. 

Celebrating life on this Fabulous Friday it's a blessing to be here! Brotha O is fast breaking on the enemy, I might even dunk on them!