Last year, nor the year before did I mention my manifestation date: February 24th. This year however I decided to write, maybe because my physical birthday is on January 23rd, or possibly because my favorite basketball player is Michael Jordan and he wore the iconic number 23; or maybe because 23 is a prime number; or maybe because it’s wisdom understanding in Supreme Math?Whatever the reasons one writes, can any God or Earth mention the anniversary of their Manifestation Date without mentioning the God who gave them 120? Emphatically Now Cipher! ! I blew that cipher up between me and dude 3 years ago, experimented with high explosives and me and him fell out permanently. They say never burn bridges-it wasn’t a matter of burning bridges, unconsciously it was a matter of getting out from under his light and fully growing into my own pair of big ass balls. Unfortunately on an unconscious level it had to be done in a very ugly way. ‘Honor and respect your enlightener at all times’ was on a form he gave me entitled ‘Rules of a Student’ 23 years ago. Fuck that shit, rules of a student ain't represented on the eight points of my Universal Flag! It is rather obvious and apparent that such a prerequisite did not sit well with me: not the ‘respect’ part, but the ‘honor’ part. My problem with the ‘honor’ part, is that it pedestals a movafucka whereas respect usually manifests to equality. 'Honoring' on the other hand can lead to inequality. When we walk into any court of law the bailiff, says, “All rise for the ‘Honorable’ Judge such and such’ when the judge enters the court room. Many call Elijah Muhammad, ‘The Honorable Elijah Muhammad’ so why did I need to bring so-called ‘dishonor’ to the table by refusing to stand when the ‘honorable’ dude who taught me walked in a room: after all he did give me 120. It wreaks of religion that'z why!
In the Nation of Gods and Earths-there is a ‘Smarter Than You Contest’ going on beneath the surface, and during my own personal egotistical episodes occasionally I’d throw my own hat or ego into the ring. However, over the years I have come to detest, hate, loath, and despise the ‘Smarter than you contest’. A nigga will use a bigger word, throw out a lofty concept- not for the sake of the lofty concept but for the sake of being seen and heard not for sake of Goodhood, but instead a Godhood steeped in vanity. At its fundamental level it’s narcissism and it is a pervasive reality in many ciphers waiving the flag of I-God culture. And if it ain’t ‘the smarter than you contest’, it’s the ‘I had knowledge longer than you concept’ or I walked with ‘the Father’, and if it’s none of the above: it is the ‘I’m holier than thou”, or I can say “The Babies are the Greatest” the most and let us not forget that ‘I’m more righteous than you because I eat healthier’. ‘Know it alls’ disgust me, and ironically they have truly showed me the light which has made me FIRMLY AWARE OF HOW MUCH I DON’T KNOW! I will go so far as to say I don’t know shit nowaday, and come off completely ignorant and ghetto as fuck just to fuck wit the next ‘smarter than you contestant’ attempting to ‘drop science’. It is my jest, my mockery, me thumbing my nose at weakness and wickedness and the vanity of the narcissist building. I am a dumb movafucka in the face of real science, real mathematics, and real technical knowledge. Yes I am dumb as fuck!!!!!!! I ride the short yellow bus, carry a Spider Man lunch box and wear a retarded person’s helmet when it comes to the kind of math and science that is needed to ‘build’ real buildings, make real computers and launch real satellites into space. I’m in utter awe of real mathematicians and real scientist. Sadly I’ve always known deep down that calling myself a Supreme Mathematician was a personal jerk-off. That bitch looks fine as shit in your mindwhen your masturbating but in the end all you get is a nutty ass tissue. The sexy bitch in the masturbator’s mind is an illusion and so are the Supreme Mathematical abilities God and Earth profess to possess-it’s just a slimy handful of nut: ill! If I was in China I’d be a big ass blackman sitting at a small ass desk wearing a shirt with the Universal Flag surrounded by little ass Chinese 5th graders giggling, and snickering at the retarded black man who can’t even perform a simple calculus function. So after 23 years, in regard to math, the Emblematic One has cut through the illusion of being a Supreme Mathematician and I’ve lifted my mighty sword and pointed niggaz in the direction of real math and just like the students at my all black High School, niggaz cut math class and said, “Fuck that math shit. I’d rather fuck the retarded fat chick in the stairwell.”
Also I have discovered in my travels that many niggaz via the guise of ‘knowledge of self’ have co-opted the identity of the Mystery God by unconsciously attaching the notion of the ‘Mystery God’ to themselves. It’s very sublime how it happens-but it almost always happens, niggaz skip right over the ‘Man’ part in the knowledge degree and immediately put on the garments of the Mystery God they worshipped when they were 85. It’s like an Atheist getting a helluva blowjob and at the moment of climax yells, “Oh God!” meaning movafuckuz become walking, talking contradictions of terms; a simultaneous ‘affirmation-and a negation’ of all they claim to be but are not. It took some real growing up on my part to get past this critical psychological chamber found in the maze of this culture. I became aware of my own vanity and my own narcissist inclinations, by remaining in the social equality of other vain and narcistic niggaz-such awareness marked a new chapter in ‘Knowledge of Self’ for me.
Islam considers ‘mirrors’ ‘haram’(forbidden) and the narcissistic behavior from some of us in ciphers shows and proves why not dealing with mirrors or one’s own self image and likeness does not ride in Islam. Even the Bible forbids the making of graven images. Many amongst us fall victim to making graven images unto our own selves. That shit really hit home when I peeped the company I was keeping. Movafuckuz could have orgasms from the sight of themselves and the sound of their voices, becoming inordinate lovers of their own image and likeness. Frankly, it was ugly in a satanic sense. 23 years later I read the Quran daily, am forever mindful of mortality and, never forgetting that my shit does stink. Ironically my motivation to learn mathematics is fueled by the reality that I am not a Supreme Mathematican and I don’t know real mathematics for real for real! If those who wave the flag of I God Culture truly knew math as they claim they’d be working at NASA or in Ivy league lab or splitting an atom at some Nuclear research facility. It’s our collective illusion regarding mathematics that imprisons us, and deters us from the true reality of Freedom! It is this collective illusion that keeps us from genuine greatness in the ‘real world’. The co-opted identity of the Mystery God in actuality besmirches the true identity of what it means to be a ‘man’. I can’t rock with that ‘chest-out’ bullshit, nor am I comfortable at the sausage party jack-off session where the “’Peace Lords’, ‘Peace Gods’ and ‘Peace Almighty’s’ become cheapened titles tossed back and forth in the name of mathematical masturbation, as grown niggaz 'cipher up' and re-tweet the words of Elijah and Fard. It does not constitute as progress. How can recursive redundancy mentally free a man or a woman. The only movafuckuz who's words are bond are Elijah’s, Fard’s, and The Father’s. A glowing blue lights surrounds their words settling into a religious divinity, leading to an unquestioning blind faith.
Attacking the idea of ‘honoring’ my Enlightener was cruel but crucial for the amplification of what little light I have in me. Attacks had to be personal-ugly, mean-spirtited and seemingly unwarranted: Why? Because Jesus’ teachings were ‘Freedom’. In my wisdom understanding years in I God culture my Cee is truly my own nowadayz, and thus finally ‘Original’. Thinking your thoughts are free when they are really unoriginal, and regurgitated thoughts of your Enlightener \/educator or some other God or Earth is not freedom. ‘Smarter than’ is no way to be, instead I truly see the concept of ‘smart’ like fingerprints. Imagine how stupid it would be to say, “My fingerprints are better than yours!”
Lastly, what I knew as ‘I-God’ culture has become ‘I Culty’. The most shocking thing ever said to me by anopther God was after I wrote the book, ‘DaGod’-he said, he was going to have a ‘Cult following’. Those words hit me in the chest, took my breath away, and I could literally hear my heartbeat, because I ain’t on that starting a cult shit which is obvious: I have a difficult time, and I’m very uncomfortable with shameless self promotion. In his defence he had me on a pedestal at the time. I had to call that nigga a thousand faggots until the legs of the pedestal he had me on broke. Destroy the cult mindset that is slowly settling into that which was once known as I God culture. Destroy the religious mindset settling into I God culture, and Be Free. Until every leg of every pedestal is broken we will never know Freedom, Justice and Equality and that culty shit that is presently happening amongst us will fester like cancer. We must know the difference between advocating a society and advocating a Goddamned cult. Many have tried to gas me and tell me how great of a writer I am. Fuck that! I can’t even vibe with that because the statement is relative to the reader reading. Yeah, I can flow lightweight, but still I can’t do real mathematics like an Asian at a Big Ten University. I’ll do everything in my power to be repugnant, vile and break the legs of every pedestal befor I allow myself to step foot on a pedestal. Old Dirty ain’t got shit on Em. I will repel potential followers before I attempt to enslave them in the chains of my own ego. That culty vibe creeps me the fuck out-it ain’t what I signed up for and brings thoughts of Jim Jones and Jonestown to mind. Social media has brought home the fact of this culty vibe manifesting in the organization of Gods and Earths-it’s actually heartbreaking. Every nigga and bitch who can string together 2 or 3 vainglorious adjectives takes on a so-called righteous name nowaday: Bullshit Allah and Bullshit Earth. Fuck outta here!
What I promise this so-called Nation that I will do is that I will never bring a cult vibe or a religious vibe to a cipher, a conversation or a build, I will never get nostalgic over The Father, the first born, enlighteners, or elders, or educators or various differences of God flavors in Mecca, Medina, Pelon, any locality etc.. I will maintain a nature that forever questions self-proclaimed pseudo truths, coming off the doctrine spewing lips of ass kissing know it alls. And though I got one of the illest handles of 120 ever-I will never use it to impress, show off, or dazzle. Never will I force my way of thinking upon others, or argue about matters concerning religion or God. I promise you-I will shut the fuck up and allow someone’s own thinking to take its course before I plant my own thoughts in the blind-spots of their minds. I will never dominate a conversation in terms of speaking, I will however dominate in regard to listening, and instead of a spoken word artist I proclaim myself a ‘Listening Artist’. I have had 120 under-cap for 23 years but I don’t have the Quran under-cap-so there is no need for me to be on my own dick.
My chest is only out because I’m a stocky dude, not because I know some super ‘terrifical’ superior shit. I don’t know mathematics on an elite level, I’m tight when it comes to basic arithmetic, kinda of nice with Algebra, I know my basic geometric shapes, but I start falling off at calculus, and trig-so I am not a supreme mathematician. If I worked at CERN(The European Organization For Nuclear Research) at best, given my level of technical scientific knowledge- all I could be is a Janitor. Naw nigga! I keep it real with MYSELF. Many say knowledge is the foundation, I say knowing what you don’t know sets in place the cornerstone for the foundation.
So what does being ‘God’ mean to me 23 years after taking 120 undercap? I no longer co-opt the identity of a Mystery God. Being God is my own personal ‘fist pump’, it allows me not to give up on me, it tells me to get back up after life knocks me down, being God means to knuckle up with the problems I might have personally. Being God ain’t got nothing to do with being a goodie two shoes, a vegan, handing out book bags to rug rats in September or mentally jacking off in the name of ‘building’-being God means to do my best, not put on airs, learn, study, it means shortcomings, faults, frailty-it means hanging in there and at the end of the day it means having an understanding that the only thing that is remotely remarkable about being God is that there is nothing remarkable at all. The experience of Knowledge of Self is purely a subjective experience. Understanding the humanness regarding God distills the co-opted identity of the Mystery God back down to Earth in a small round drop in form where it belongs.
Peace,
Emblem
