Fat Joe with more fallacious lies! Says he god body

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Yea The Five Percent Nation was given this a nick name back then...

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only thing Joey has ever cracked were floorboards and chicken wing joints. maybe a few lawn chairs.

get this idiot up out of here already :camby:


you know shyts played out when sad bunny does the pretend gay poster bit better

maybe you could talk about ball size next. or chest hair. freshen up your act man. youre better than this :scust:

you know damn well fat joes dikk look like a baby acorn laying in a scoop of mashed potatoes
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“Fat Joe the God: Wisdom in the Concrete Jungle”


In the heart of the Bronx, long before the platinum plaques and Terror Squad fame, there was Joseph "Crack" Cartagena, a young Puerto Rican hustler with a hustler's heart and a sharp tongue. But something changed in the summer of ‘89. The sun seemed to burn brighter. The streets whispered with deeper knowledge.


That’s when Joe met Divine King Allah, a streetwise elder who ran ciphers on 163rd. He had a deep baritone voice and wore beads of gold and black. The kids called him "OG D.K." but he moved like a sage, always building, never destroying.


One hot July evening, while Joe was postin’ up near the bodega with a mouthful of bravado, D.K. approached him. “Peace, God,” he said.


Joe blinked. “What?”


“You Fat Joe the Gangsta? Nah. You Fat Joe the God. Don’t even know your own divinity yet.”


At first, Joe laughed it off. But D.K. didn’t spit nonsense. He started dropping mathematics:




Joe listened. Slowly. Curiously. And then fully.


D.K. introduced him to the Supreme Alphabet, the 120 Lessons, the Supreme Mathematics. Every day was a build. Joe found himself reciting wisdom like it was scripture from the Book of Life. He learned that "God" wasn't a being in the sky, but the reflection in the mirror—when you’re righteous, when you live in accordance with truth.


By fall, Joe had taken on a new name in the cipher: CrackKim Allah. His words became more than rhymes—they became life codes. When he stepped in a cipher, younger Gods would pause and listen. Not ‘cause he was famous. Not yet. But because his knowledge was born.


Years later, when he hit the charts with "Lean Back," they said he’d forgotten the streets. But the Gods knew the truth. He’d just coded the wisdom in street anthems. When he rapped:




…the God Body knew: he was building on Power, manifesting his understanding through hustle, never letting the beast control his narrative.


Fat Joe never claimed to be a preacher. He didn’t stand on cornerstones in robes. But in the quiet moments, when the lights faded and the crowd was gone, he'd often return to that block, dap up Divine King Allah, and build for hours.


He’d say, “Peace to the Gods. I still do the Knowledge every morning.”


Because once you know who you are—God—you don’t forget. You just manifest.

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Crack God Kim with God Body KMK
 
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