the mansion mafia

...so wwiii in the middle of a war, some dumb-as-a-bricks city
ain't think shit was critical at-all, some want money brics spending
against reparations israel, u.s. and argentina?
but their desperation is real 'cause u guessed it, I'm gon' see ya
I trump'd donald trump, I been recognized it, got common logic
shuffling vs around is nonsense, so fillies grounds I'm stomping
no tarzan is safe in any concrete jungle, why be humble
last three bars I wrote two decades ago though, but now wwiii rumble
I'm cashing-in on my killers obligation to me, sushi
is made from chopsticks, hibachi pits flaming food, oochie-coochies
a phrase reserved for ticklish babies, tossed over mountain cliffs
I'm oh-so determined to sort all of these tares from out the mix
the nine-eleven perpetrators' end credits, their deaths sentence
that's all this shit's about for now, grocery list my text message
the beast in the water's scorpio the eagle, the lying king
afraid of adolf hitler my nigga's leo, not hiding him...

...reserect my dizzillsnik..exactly...da' 5 is alive but the reds dead...r.i.p. malcom x. on that...r.i.p. to my twin chali con (da' 5), his tags as featured in the 12 monkeys movie...who israel not make-believe...
...so don' trump'd is a businessman, right?...can he sell me the u.s. for 5.01 in u.s. money...
...so star wars i.v. a new hope...a new8hope can duck my sick until she can no longer duck my d...
...yeah, so okay, I can be the bad guy...for a price...
...shout to my good bro' al capone (now shelliano) whom wwiii covering through this demonstration...(6:13pm est)

...so r.i.p. to fox 5...as reported on fox 5 news...
...keep this shit up...

...I got an eyone them bloods suckers theatrics, they wanted wings
I gots the nyc dc, phillydone got 'em stuck, now they wanna' sing
and don' trump'd in a funk from his own flatulence, no accident
Iran this shit and still run this shit, god don't know the half of it
the mask to shit, to know lucyfer's host israel not make-believe
who mastered shit, the slave trade wasn't a fluke, nigs just ain't believe
the trump'd card was supposed to do suh'm at 10:15 today (4.6.26)
I noticed, my home address, who's shit outta' luc' since easter day
1972 on kentucky ave. atlantic city
then luc' himself gave my killers name to me then tried to flip me
already done though since six sixty-nine's when suleiman sent me
to He'll in the elevator, my el'ev8tor now fits me
any plates here to outta' state got my breakfast on 'em, mourning's
every sunset, my assembly lined-up, not one's informants
hers seals of a'prove'lls eyes 8n me, need their mouths to thighs 8n me
'cause my name is my name, I don't tolerate any lies on it...

...r.i.p. to fox 5 as reported on fox 5 news, the cues
being scored cuts of beef, the shishkobs stewed, street 4-2's the clue
grand central stop, know whose lucyfer-sent, bro' shelliano gave
me word, chalucyano's ghost sent me al capone for the wave
I'm locked-in on the big picture, now wwiii just walking down the dates
to license bloods of abel in-name to slaves, I'll knock down the d8mes
lost angeleno niggas losing acres need respect the P's
ownership, I ain't own incest pdfile mess, tease on her knees
e.d.p. 445's the toxic biproduct, keep on ya' p's
and q's about shit, my volcanic release tease eats all the seeds
amber-alert, bitch, from-the-bricks been dead weight and been set dead-straight
candy-alert, bitch, them niggas is cake, candles been lit their face
my god whose forsaken me must agree to my own terms, once learned
my gods should be thankful, I'm He'll, in infinite coals, who must burn's
all inphidels, my church mix eazy work, but who's been listening
since blocks of niggas deaths been no-name brands that's not worth mentioning...

...I wants the exact change, I scene the stink-bomb on me's a smokescreen
I ain't own that shit, what I been fighting does funk the room, sure thing
brotherly love's what got b.l.o.o.d.s. suckers stuck, 183rd's fox 5
famously battled my bro' shelliano's al capone, not jive
shellz felt some kinda' way about fox 5's demise, some gift to bro'
as a bloods sacrificed though, but gods word sent should uplift my bro'
sunni nuff is enough, israel knows al-mahdi con's himself
a new hope can't superimpose on my psyche, u conned ya'self
why'd israel say I'm gonna' need big money for the kind of
operation I'm thinking of, why rewind just to remind ya'
I carry on, dog-day afternoon's been on chase manhattan's bank
implications on nine-eleven's valid, cain ran outta' pranks
mind control believe it or not's reverse-psychological op's
to leave the bitties bloody with no bap's diabolical, ock
whether my warning reached you niggas or not, say goodbye to life
newsflash: strange fruit in the produce when the noos flashed, no times of flight...

...once again, condolences to my bro' shelliano (al capone) for the loss of his bro' in lyrical combat...the bro' fox 5...
...now, so my boas is my buls...them zionists gon' fall back, 'cause twin's (yakub) been dead since 1320 days ago, via a headshot in overbrook west philly...r.i.p. chali con (chali lucyano)...
...my bro' adolf hitler/paul apostle (upchurch) being celebrated at his gig this evening...congrats to bro', my bro' since babies, eh...2-4 S.P. life black...

...144/114 might-as-well had been keem's blood pressure
yesterday, his mom found him passed out on the floor, seem love's messed-up
once I put belt to gods ass for his death, the heavins now get it
I know he thought god was the mother, my lessons did not quench him
I came through the hospital today to see him, bro' was deceased
thirteen minutes before I signed in at the front desk, looked at peace
another one of my since-yay-high day-ones physically relieved
I remember him dribbling when he was put in get-set with me
to die the same way his dad rocky did back in 1980
brain aneurysm, the chessboard his life's course, last night seems blatant
to me, see, gods shoulda' known better, I'm the wrath that won't let up
xfinity said "we know who you are" to me, that's old rhet'ric
see, wwiii know who u are, to me that's more leverage, the most ever
the wu'han was 'cause wu' men ain't reach me, shit's been a whole set-up
my present-days story shoulda' been respected, but no sweat from
my brow since bloods suckers stuck in the trunk and frunk they won't swim from...

...so fillies gotta' give ties t8 me, eh...
...the knicks mob ain't have the knack though...
...the knack's who I be...
...so ay, wwiii gotta' do this together now, huh q33ny...(9:05am)

...I hold the title, my car note fully paid, nisan '17
sentra since 2019, comcast/xfinity messaged me
ninety-nine circa, 53rd and columbia my address
my guess wanting to sponsor my reserection, I want access
up the block 54th and berks the wu' niggas at demi's house
they fuks with my lyrical content's what I heard out demy's mouth
it's cool, but the war's always been in-effect, and I never slept
the breeze to the wynne' had the wu'ether forecast, still they never met
my mother's only son, wut gods summoned's al capone as the one
since wanting to be gambinos, ain't know chalucyano done
asked me to battle the wu' men, I guess just for crossing his path
his squad undetected murderers I guessed, my gods shoulda' asked
me instead of assumptions, what I fight israel not make-believe
I had power in that subway car, yeah, 'cause that dude ain't believe
wwiii got our own money here, they tried sifoning our juice from vs
been raisin from the dead though, straight-talk, no bending the truth of vs...

...countdown's at zero sex, 1st district had my god calling me up
for bail, bussed to c.f.c.f., my time is now, gods time is up
pinned me as saint anthony, I get it, that's just for aesthetics
the knicks ain't got the knack yet, I'm the knack, bet that on athletics
disrespect my personnel space and that's y'all ass, cash or credit
my brother keem fell mother's day, thought mothers god, that should dead it
I'm gods Father, gods The Father, and mother earths birthed my presence
I snipe's down shit still, every round peeled to a pill just for headaches
u scene the date, our officiant delivers on the climate shift
so the wedding's financed by every behind-the-scenes dime I split
international foot traffic through my city, I'm taxing each
toe, arch, and heel, perpetuity best describes my travels reach
Iran shit and still run shit, keep that in-mind once the war is real
al-mahdi con and yakub's the same nigga, my twin bro' israel
last words to me's "wwiii gotta' do this together!" that girls for-real?
tease and me's been their preference, now the bloods sheds splurge should urge the deal...

...exactly, last scene alive 57 years ago...but I ain't dead yet...
...so do I like wut gods set-up for me yet, huh...

...if my officiant finds his ole'head is behind my twin's demise
twin wanted to bring me to "the light" back in nineteen ninety-nine
then went to asking out loud how I see the codes still blindfolded
then his last words to me's about "the codes" before his life's over
now every knicks fan who disrespected my own personnel space
I'll track down to pick off like guitar strings and stuff birds in they face
s.p.o.rts. be the tight-knit cloth I'm cut from, decimal points and commas
the score wwiii keep, the seems sewed, what wwiii reap's grim, no point to try vs
this ain't about shit but to get beyond critical for critiques
stepped on my gravesite, relieving themselves while airlifted to sleep
my vengeance from the heavins, yeah, but ain't shit nyc about me though
san antonio, think that at your own risk, I know how shit go
my portfolio holds my resume, what I resume to do
whether to kill, maim, pillage, or whatever else I used to do
do I like wut gods set-up for me's how lucyfer used the fools
asking do I like what's set-up on me's more what a douche would do...

...happy b-day to malcom x. though...whole pizzussy...that chump cain done chose his side...
...now, who tf is he in relation to that dude barack obama...

...I said tierr8's gonna' llike adding me to her recipe
that wax paper hitting, conductor-driven, batter mix cumplete
every three cake layers spaced by a comma, shortbread is knee-high
that one-pound cheesesteak place I ate from out's on kenzo' and lehigh
you sure my words coming to life now, decades ago no reply
all-of-a-sudden once ya' lights out, them peco bills don't apply
no way in/out for outsidevs, az-izz though from the outsidaz
with pace won had me and my god in his video, not biased
but protocol to the protocall means know you're in-formation
about vs and around vs philly guns showed know indications
I got a way with murder, dick looking for viola davis
a woman king's disturbing, don't let that tranny birth the babies
I had the drop on kenzo-filez since the wu'tang dance incident
twenty years six months ago on asun's birthdate, ain't this some shit
them moorestown nigs burned cigarette butts out on my bro' fourty
their days been numbered, of course, my bro' stae gave me the whole story...

Iĺl take a few penalties but after jamming it alot with the lady's killing it tho im dj n it should be wutang chamber I feel sorry just saying that and I dont want any more penalties so just throwing the word out apaulog again im drunk but been jamming this for a good minute

peace to st. paul...

...I let my god know he was ousted from the wu's side once he found
himself no-longer at wilson park projects, who's side was he down
with to-begin-with, my bro' paul apostle's a cook now, what now
yeah, adolf hitler was his former lifestyle, still him, but look how
martin luther the monk's name michael took on to be m.l.k.
boule' founded on broad street south philly now the broad street boule'
room 306 who died at 3-6 mafia's home, then 3.6
1974 the year 444 murdered wwiii gets
what wasn't I supposed to scene but still did, gods said it, I meant
who instead was revealed as al capone once the smoke cleared out that
10 millimeter measuring stick to the back of my twin's skull
judas isc. brutus since adam's the one with the really thick skull
my young g8rl al8yah's one in a million, she gets me, think so?
to birth asun of mine, sh8pe back up, and fit me in her sync holes
my gender-reveal's always been the male, no gender-role switch-up
I bring shit direct 'stead of in the mail, knowbody no's this much...

...my ashes been urned, just-so-happens philadelphia's my morgue
brotherly-love my dick, I'm abel to move however I want
ties been loved butterscotch candies since pre-school, I been on my hunt
"if you come at me"'s some shit twin never shoulda' spoke out his fronts
now I see now y'all times up since I'm introduced on blocknowledge
aired out columbia, wwwiii pushed past the wait, do not cock-block me
job's security, my killers obligation's t8 me, not you
when I ride my bicycle into bike-by's, guess who I'm gon' shoot
see, I kills my own self, that's l.o.l, had myself cracking up
wrote myself into the schiz' nineteen-ninety six to draft the grunt
who could not hack the d.r.i.l. between me and my cuzn ties t8 me
luc' fell for that shit, now my el'ev8tor's shaft she rides to breathe
ties acting like shes never scene that side of me of sodomy
so act llike wwiii ain't having sex after the beast said why he's she
all rigs against me backfired to my triggers while shes asleep
I been died, this morgue's been my sanctuary, been no tease and me...

...I see they done messed around trying to pull off that hit on me (i.e. tony montanna) and my good bro' (al capone) last night/this morning...as expected...
...but ay look, I been scene that mess coming...all I know is how to survive though, so ay...so who's for-real untouchable...the book of c13arance (cntd)...

...the hwholy grail or the harlot's cup, who wanted to sip on which
a pauper's grave or the underworld, who wanted to dig their ditch
all I know is s.p.o.rts., not as an athlete, but I ain't without strengths
I wasn't trained in s.p. under someone's wing since pronounced dead
the heat given me was unpronounced then, just what these bricks emit
faces made of cement, if you was "in" based on each snif they sensed
musta' known they was responsible for my death, still-born to them
praise being due to gods father all-law and still a thorn to them
my own tub ring's a demonic realm, my bathing suit's made in Hell
gods shoulda' scene six sixty-nine at-least, did the math, gave 'em He'll
chalucy though smooth and precise with shit, to think that I'd submit
to such a set-up attempt on my wits is how his life would end
I did that shit my own self, exorcised my patients to rip twin
how to let his family know I did it's what I'm a' give twin
I'm sizing up cherelle8parker now, does she have a line t8 me
nowadays the wtc buildings where you finding me...

...alright, so fillies not gon' let me down? so I'm manage'ing the fillies? wwiiill see...
...tierr8's whacks museum out on available platforms right now, huh...

...chick thrown off a skeleton bridge, a bird without feathers or wings
my bro' shelliano's cooking a cauldron up, tethers are stringed
to puppeteers fingers, I'm scissor-handed, the bittie's bitches
warnings sunni nuff no-longer repetitious, meals delicious
when I manage' the fillies squ8d, shit's a septic disposition
on any bloods sheds, see, I been said what I said, prep your kitchen
ties given t8 me's on general principle, she asked for it
this for the foundation wwiii made, no african diaspora
it's strictly Hell, I'm simply He'll, wwiii used to this, don't ask for vs
without the ransom ready, the panick rooms what they ass stored in
I ain't reminiscing shit up, just bldg. up cons sequences
history just repeats itself, y'all living off my directions
my gods still trying to figure this out, been fifty-seven years
of stalling, my uncle's demons signaled shit out, the deafened ears
been drawing, I passed shellz the b.b.i. licensing agreement
s.p. to west p. to s.w.p. crime spree allegiance...

..."you had to get the government involved!" twin said 2006
couldn't pay what he owe, so then teagle was nabbed up by the feds
con trying to convince smack to run a criminal enterprise
talking to me behind his back, but smack ain't with that, no surprise
con's who brought yazz the greatest to my attention two thousand ten
larry-larr' did his best to raise the young bro', but you gotta' think
that industry ain't shit, I tried to warn G. in his own pursuit
from what they possess that belongs to vs, they thought they owned the truth
from what I heard in whack's bars, shes onto something, pausing nothing
never talk selling ya' soul though, 'cause I'm not with all this dumb shit
a hundred plus degrees outside rest of the week, I'm in a.c.
keeping cool without a boardwalk, beach or casino hotel suite
with wedding plans to be between me and my bride, this 'bout the time
I'll be the bad guy for israel's sake, but all fakes 'bout to die
pie crust with the potatoe wedge grease, all of them flakes 'bout to fry
nowhere within, off of or on this earths any safe spot to hide...

https://youtu.be/o_RiJBlZWyY?is=LbiwGY_B41O5JFLB
https://youtu.be/p-hagq7QfwY?is=cjVZt9lDHXH096wT
https://youtu.be/13-rr7fP4L4?is=xQfN4LpUlcKIoSr0

capo...wwiii coming...

https://youtu.be/hDezHfEksKs?is=cgiyx6vPoSVWER1T

...time for me to puts my peoples on...
...the book of c13arance, cont'd...
...r.i.p. chali lucyano (chali gossett)...

...all my gods gotta' do is acknowledge what I'm fighting israel
not make-believe, I'm esau, I killed 'em, I don't fight for appeals
do I manage' the fillies yet, do hebrew israelite niggas
know not to mention my name yet at-all, so lynchings might let up
does israel's state work on behalf of the actual chosen ones
before trying to psy-op' star wars i.v. a new hope on vs
holly's a good woman, right, misses mary todd-lincoln to me
my uncle's girlfriend betty whom he triggered down given to D.
wanting parts of my G.O.D. got white pussies in way too deep
the mothers'hip been way too meek, pillow-talking their way to sleep
the b.b.i.'s been ever since, al capo is my underboss
harlem nights to break in a vault, there's no breaking out of the vault
l8lita still around, better sh8pe-up, she owes her sole to me
the black whole is courtesy of my el'ev8tor's hold of me
G.O.D.'s club harlem massacre's how sam christian's owed to me
nobodies spoke, exactly, so fillies been shoulda' known of me...

...so phillydone said bloody, bittie, no bap, bipping, and so-forth
to push the 5th, but fillies still managed to maintain the strong front
how's that is since tzu-wu's me allone, author of the art of war
my catalogue explains shit in-detail, those who smart won't ignore
the facts, my god done tried his luc', twin's dead, now he's shit outta' luck
scarface gamble'd insisting phillies bloods soaked, dogs been outta' touch
twin been asked me to clean the bloods shed infront of his domicile
I been noticed traces of my own bloods been cause of homicides
which means I just gotta' straighten my family out 'bout the lies
cuzn ties made against me, doggy diamond's life now on-the-line
once gods on my line asking me wut's the next move, see, gods said it
and I meant it, who's untouchables now, not you bitch, I said it
I gots job's security as I walk offa' my payroll gig
unwrapping fem8le co-workers as parting gifts, that hay-roll dig
under the sands of horni's land I bury fam'lies with their friends
this sexercise wwiii keeps between vs, ilaf can't deceive my pen...

...tag on back of the bus b.l.o.o.d.s. suckers scribbled on's jadakiss'es
speaking of warlox, the witch married to will smith's jada pickett
I had it in for the lox for a minute, but styles copped the plea
"if not D. block the same" at johnson projects, so I stopped to see
s.p.'s duet with beanie sig' under the 25th street bridge
and raw buck's development under s.p.'s wing, the 5th keeps hid'
.38 spesh ain't got the drop, talent ain't enough, that's the thing
all-due-respect, niggas been dying for-real 'bout this craps the theme
r.i.p. to champaign, no more chances to pop on new years days
now you know shit's for-real, I play no games, that's wut the knew-nigs say
about my credentials and so-forth, my resume's I resume
ain't ever let a nigga' play with my bitties' name, I'm the groom
for now wwiii inhale tree from canada, smoke screening out the sun
code-purple shit, looking for fresh air to breathe in and out my lungs
who wants the smoke now, see them yo's got a line to vs, signed to vs
since the 2000s, no surprise to vs I'm the sun rising up...

...back when shake let me know he's on bloods suckers time, he knew my twin
I let him know how bad I am, bloods butts is mine, they will not win
shake busy tried to close his ears all he could do, but I'm all-law
shit like this pretty-much why I don't like nigs like tone trump at-all
when bloods pressured, my whether-vein wwiiill let me know, then mouths watering
when jaws dropping, I shift tonsils and voice boxes, then sounds gargling
whom I i.d.'ed as abu bakr's on my side, respectfully
his d8ughter chose me, al-mahdi con died trying a' keep sex from me
by fucking abu's 6-to-9 year-old daughter? six sixty-nine
I'm put down then asked to join him, lucy that-is, bitch glitched his mind
I said I'm eternally warring with lucy, then he scrambled
around as-if looking for tools to grab, that's israel's gambit
so as far as the best verse in sunday's school, class ain't been dismissed
wwiiii can choreograph a smooth dance move for steps where niggas tripped
shoe laces making a noose, strange fruit to-this-day still making news
them white pussy cells eat on the disease, my dic' will make a move...

...the bro' castro made it through the dust juice with shyheim the rugged
to vibe on the mantua block with my brethren the beloved
I can put work together, how to flip it then is the subject
my god's living in an abandoned building now trying to tough it
my brother leem called me the other day just keeping in-touch wit'
me thru sickle-cell crises he be having, this been his monk' wrench
my brother enoch down the block back in his bag on his collab'
since the last text message poppa wu' sent him ain't let him collapse
wwiii been through that, shellz making sure he's good once in the studio
with trees, liquor, hors d'oeuvres to push him through recording fluid quotes
when taish brought to me, that's ties brought t8 me, them bowties' necks to me
unscramble that, shes answering t8 me for those lies that she breathed
no other way to move forward from that, try to catch me off-guard
she might as-well do, catch a locked-jaw, no telling where I park broads
y'all nigs knew chali con, former-life napolean bonaparte
wanted to summons me, I needs full-payment upfront for this war...

and my bad, congrats to the bro' ace capone...found out bro' was released from the feds for a minute now, back in the "free" world...before he got nabbed up, I heard he showed interest in wanting to produce my movie, so ay...so wwiii gon' finally put this movie together, huh...

https://youtu.be/QrkTi91k3X0?is=f13JgBwuWx1uIsvs

right, right...alright...wwiiill see wussup...

...yaas shes gon' vouch that I got nyc dc once I crack her book open
me and my thorough so fillies squ8d touch down breaking doors open
an eagles ashtray through my god's window, a sign he ain't notice
for wanting to harvest traitors, they all get smoked, he ain't kosher
debates over, I gots 5K, 3k's can't save their race soldiers
their fam'ly, friends, lineage, offspring physically erased cold cuts
who's gotta' be a beast wwiiith the sex now, eliminate odors
nobody nose me, I define my own self, similate noone
yaas indeed, once shes next t8 me, I proof-read every damn' soldier...

why dude just now wanted to crack this female fiend upside her head with a brick infront of me on the corner of k&a (kenzo and allegheny ave.) and take her plastic bag fulla' pennies, nickels and dimes and then rabbit-ear her pockets as she was decked-out on the ground, then walk off all casual-like, is beyond me. dude oughtta' know he's a dead man for that, just on g.p. though...

...to check paperwork, I already force-fed every damned soul dust
kenzo files twenty-one years later's busted water pipes froze-up
ever since q-don died, trenton's felt the guilt, borderlines own up
my trenton bro' byzere shot in his head, left blind in north phila
trying to pump his gas, they wanted to be why he don't fill-up
shit trickles down to ties given t8 me, no eye sickles to me
chastity belts no obstacle to me, no time-limiting me...

...and shout to my bro' grand agent aka jared, a.i.p.h. alumni...
...shout to our bro' byzere from trenton...to the ole' a.i.p.h. crew...

https://youtu.be/xKKkub60zc8?is=JI6f5mjJcvW6tWQL

...uuu been how I was putting it in code since uuu been seeking me
I been knew intel since visiting Rx3, gods speak of me
in past-tense, but I'm present-day, the king-james version let 'em play
the situation out, bloods sheds of the prey, aimin' let vs prey
for lettuce the berettas sprayed, insecticide's the lettuce spray
I see lebron's a proud boul', tatted cross his chest the end-of-days
kobe's a cut of beef sacrificed because it was time to eat
the time of days wut's given to me now, 6 secs. the time to beat
seven twenty-four on the clock when lebron bumped kobe in points
against 76ers, next day chopper snuffed kobe for sport
this seven twenty-four lebron chose the 76'ers now
when I-76 gets you from my house to where he's from out
now back to the wu's side, I says the wu's state's been wut's owed to me
I fought to i.d. self since before wu'ether tried owning me
I show al capo wwiii bigger than the i.r.s. tax racket
saving details for my next chapter, contract signed, the blacks' draft pick...

https://youtu.be/7o0aIIjz9aY?is=StaIvdtpVYbUQt84

...I'm in a courtroom full of murderers, families mourning on
both sides of the gun, who's deserving the sunrise when morning comes
my el'ev8tor clutching onto me, disturbed about the nerve
of the smoking guns shooting twin to death, left dropped off on the curb
I guess lebron is locked-in, the boul' ought to know that I'm the king
and kobe's in-house biz', though a triple-six workout was his thing
I'm a' bring shot-out back to the south philadelph' peninsula
to put his lights out, mike already let me know dude's into the
aleister crowley rituals, I'm a' cannoli-wrap the dude
in the carpet aladdin used, fly his cadaver to the moon
my mind is made up before any harm can come to his loved ones
I'm not a lame duck, since a youngin' thought shit out as a young gun
so this friday's another hearing on two of my twin's killers
the actual shooter still on-the-loose, surviving dim-witted
ay look, if I got my own case solved and my uncle steve's case solved
it's no-longer a thing for me to campaign to erase these pawns...

...so first-of-all, I'm not nyc, but nycers are in a conundrum
since I was last scene alive there, my likeness been a presumption
I shows up at my twin's killers hearing looking for 'em, the date
keeps being pushed back, but today's the day I book all them, the fate
that awaits 'em depends, my el'ev8tor's wisd8m's teeth I brush
need I say more about how I manage' my fillies team, I trust
the integrity of where I'm coming from's not interfered with
when I say phillies philly I mean that shit in the most clear sense
utter another word to prop new yolk, I'll asphyxiate throats
if you know you know, get shredded like documents if ya' take notes
if now y'all times up, that's alls to it though, don't try finessing vs
to gain seconds left to where you rep from after ya' exodus
if you need help, niggas, get out the effin' way of my trail mix
no effort made by gods simply to find out why they done trailed me
since seventy-one's first show-and-prove, shiii, my way deserved my birth
yeah, now twin knows the rope I gave him, this friday the 31st...

...so phi'del-kastro works for me now, call it communit'ism
the king-james version working for me now? who pursues this missile
besides a target, 13th of july who the-fuk was it then
to tell me I'm the christ's return then skid with the burnt-rubber scent
connect to the obama'nation was my guess, how 'bout a match
twenty-eight years ago, the bullshit never lost the flies it hatched
my cuzn ties had it out for me then, but she ain't know the half
I was directed straight to lucyfer's host, I ain't bother black
with the details as-if to be absolved of that, shes not a threat
but once she put e.d.p. 445 charges on me, not a sec'
goes by without me plotting my revenge on the whole world's events
I made the 445 code before philly did or heard of it
the pho for phi', foes are food for the 5th, since after ninety-six
the m.a.d. I made back in the late eighties, I'm not a trick
for prostitutes, I did a stint since I ain't feel gods love emit
so twin's been a maggot-infested stiff until his lungs admit...

...it musta' been He'll being raised in foster homes since foster homes
where I was last scene alive six sixty-nine, that was all supposed
to subject me to my murderers influence, but I ain't like
them niggas, just-so-happens where I'm from ain't nice and it ain't nyc
go figure, so my killers obligation's to me, that's for real
I ain't ever have to play a character or role, that's for reels
my twin and his siblings raised up in foster care, under the stairs
same place I plot on what stocks my pantry and fridge, under the stares
my guess, my ecto-plasm still resonates building twenty-one
my bro' al-capo's stint raised in foster homes built his muscle-tone
so the book of c13arance could not be editted by the bullitts
to my posture, to think that they could get rid of me is bollocks
so when twin spoke of rhythm and pain, I understood code enough
any trauma from foster home care's shit some mouths ain't bold enough
to form the words for, so judas isc. brutus, that's the omen's crutch
the thorn to da'mien's jugulars, gods love that which noone stumps...

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