Enlightening individuals is a great thing. I measure my successes based upon my own Enlightener. Any of my students that have built with my Enlightener, and my Enlightener has said they are 'peace'-I count as a success. I have enlightened many over the years and have had many failures and few successes.
Truth Allah and
Saladin Allah are probably my landmark successes in terms of living out the culture in National terms, but there are many students that I have never mentioned. I taught two Gods named Sun-the first Sun knowledged 120 in 26 days, I have never seen anyone knowledge 120 that fast. God use to buy 4 and half or nine ounces of blow at a time from me. He taught three Gods; Freedom; Shakir; and Shakim. In terms of 'money' those were the fuckin' dayz. Freedom did a nickel in the pen, last time I saw the God he became a Sunni, and was working at Burger King. Shakir was returned back to essence with a shot gun blast and Shakim moved down South somewhere with his wiz. Sun became a body builder, da nigga eat like 12 meals a day and bench like 375, he do reps wit 250. I taught a God named Rasul and Dynamite(Bilal). I taught Rasul how to box and this nigga won a state Golden Gloves title then went pro. He was trying to fight Holyfield at one point. This nigga could not box when I first met him, we got in the ring at dawn every morning like we was on some Rocky shit for months and he finally got good and just kept at it and turned pro. I lost contact with him for like 15 years and he had retired from boxing(he still stays in the gym though), he became a crazy ass hat wearing pimp over the years wit a real live perm-(A real pimp), I'm not proud of that fact but he became one, he also has a home for foster kids and retarded adults, he got money coming in from bitches and the state. He is also a real estate tycoon if you let him tell it. He is always in a limo filled with hoes popping bottles. He forgot all his lessons but if you try to bomb him on degrees he is ready to knock a movafucka out and claim he God-he says that his fist are his 120. He funny as fuck, he call his self 'Big Country' now. Me and Da God Dynamite(Bilal) had a boxing match for 3 hours one time. This nigga would not back down, and his hands was just as nice as mines, next day we were both sore and fucked up but we established in that fight a profound respect for one another. Everytime we see each other we ask, "You remember that fight?" Damn right we both remember that fight! Dynamite got like six children now, forgot every degree but 'Who is the Original Man?', blew up to like 250lbs and still think he can box. I actually taught a God named Clarence, he never changed his name because that was the Father's government, he knowledged 120 and tried to sell dope with us but it just wasn't him, he actually just had his first seed, he has two beauty supply stores and him and his wife just bought a nice Kingdom. The most memorable thing about him is that all the Gods said I tried to kill him one time. He did get on my nerves sometimes however I don't remember ever trying to kill him, but I was snorted up most of the time so I don't remember too much of anything from them days. He actually drew up a Queen named Jade, she ended up gravitating to me and me and him never built after that too tough! I taught Jade , and she added on Mathematics as her attribute and became Jade Mathematics, she made it to the 36th degree in the 1-40's and ended up doing 18 months in the pen(Long Story- Shit got wild!) I also taught Red Asia-she knowledged 120, had a very strong grasp of 120(recital wise), she had my seed, got her Bachelors, Masters and Doctorate, but fell off in terms of 120 and jammed a Christianity pin in my black babies head(hell has seen no fury like the scorn of a woman). I taught two Hakeems, one of them was my right hand man-the irony of surrounding this nigga is that he could not get off his 1-10, but we partied hard than a movafucka-this nigga use to fuck all these ugly bitches, I only set my sights for top notch shorties-I aimed for quality, but not this nigga-he went for quantity. I use to tell that nigga he was crazy as fuck, ain't no way I'd put my dick in the bitches he put his dick in. This nigga use to be my roommate in college and one time I came out my room in the middle of the night-opened the bathroom door and it was a 300 pound gorilla sittin on my toilet. She looked at me-I looked at her-she screamed and I screamed too, this nigga bust out of his room and the pussy odor almost made me faint. The nigga rolled wit me hard though through thick and thin-Them D-Mecca niggaz cut they soldiers real thorough. For this nigga to have had only 1-10 he taught mad movafuckuz that they was God, one day this nigga came in the room wit like 40 niggaz behind him and he wanted me to explain how all of them was God, when it came to building a squad he was the best. I taught a lot of them niggaz that came in the room that day. I'm sure they fell the fuck off, mostly all of them past up 'Keem' in terms of degreez, but I trusted 'Keem' more than any of them movafuckuz-'Keem' knew where the gunz, da money and the dope was stashed. I lost contact with him for 15 years, he got his Bachelors and Masters and became a principal. Two Years ago He told me he became a Prince Hall Mason and that shit broke my heart. It broke my movafuckin Heart! That is a summary of my first Generation of students, I left out a lot because I don't remember all them niggaz names-that was da coke years-I actually call them da 'coke generation'. Fuck Weed-that 'Raw' was the reality of that time. A.C. means After Coke. Saladeen was from the A.C. generation of students. He was da first, I had made so many mistakes in teaching people but I really took my time with Deen, because I was aware not only of my own bad habits but of all the mistakes I had made-I began teaching Deen in the winter of born culture, Clarence was still rolling with me but we had this subconscious one upsmanship material battle going on, cars, couchs, cribs-bullshit materialism(My Uncle Likes the Devil because the devil gives him nothing). We both met Deen, and Clarence dimissed Deen as a broke ass college student, but I saw God, and started building with him. Even though Deen knew a lot of people I told him don't tell anyone he was gettin this type of knowledge till he was done 120. When he did finish, a new flood gate of students opened; Power U Cee King, True Cipher Rule; Kitaka; Golden Sun; Reality; Sun (Second Sun) Dialect; Truth and this one God from Power Hill who use to go on stick ups wit me named Perry (dumb nigga never changed his name) it was plenty of us-Wu Tang's music helped, this was definitely my weed generation, 12 blunts a day-nothing less, we all became full blown weed heads with bronchitis. I had went from selling coke to selling weed-thatz an economic depression for your ass. Weed money is nothing in comparison to coke money, stickin' up niggaz for pounds and then smoking it up, it was no profit-it was like hustling backwards. Most of that second generation of students was wanna be rappers, freestyling and all that bullshit. I was really depressed at the time, Saladin had a solid command of 120 and the Math but didn't have a thuggish bone in his body thus couldn't reach street niggaz, so I never had another real street team in the second generation outside of a nigga named Perry, and True Cipher Rule they wouldn't hesitate to go on stick ups wit me, but they didn't have a strong command of the math or 120, all Perry knew was that equality meant weed. Perry never got past the knowledge degree in the 1-10 and True Cipher Rule got half way through the 1-40's. One day I will write about my adventures with
Truth, of everyone I have ever taught he spent the most time with me, the God took a charge, caught a felony, and was looking at 5 years-God didn't snitch! Truth and Jade Mathematics are the two people I taught that I owe an everlasting debt of gratitude to, both of them could have ratted my black ass out. Jade Mathematics told the cee cipher punks during her interrogation-when they asked about 'Raheem?' that she had to take a shit!(She was a Real Live Ride or Die Chick) Visiting her in the Pen was some of the hardest bullshit I ever had to do as a man let alone 'God'. I kept money on her books, but the visits were the hardest( I use to be distillin'-Experimenting with high explosives really does cause Earthquakes). I stayed celibate 18 months(nine months each in two Prisons) being faithful was the least I could do for her. I always say that she only made it to the 36th degree in the 1-40's but writing this caused me to remember that Jade did finish 120, but she did it in Prison. Yes I forgot-because that whole time was something I'd rather forget. Indeed Emblem got guilt buried there.
A.S.I.A. Talk #50 - Born Righteous Conquers -Born Degree MountainGod is on his way traveling at a terrific Speed. Keep Traveling God!
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