the mansion mafia

...six sixes sealed today, the veil can't conceal what's revealed today
that's a bet, ushering the truth since sun day, what's the seal to waves
of bloods splat looking like cranberry ocean spray, the meals to plates
I hold the meal ticket, israel ain't wish to reveal his face
put me wwiiith one thousad thirteen tricks to seal his fate, clear as day
wanting to mark me, if I wants to try sex now, bitch kneel and pray
grace period's been over with, suu wut wwiii doing now, q33ny
as I conquer england, who's the king now, covid's to crown queen with
since philly dreads my return to n.y.c. now, their cast nervous
the price gotta' be paid since the hanafi d.c. mass-murders
d.c.'s the dream chasers, d.c.'s columbia's district, this gets
dead-serious, I got nyc dc to serve, fillies miss fits get dicked
my bro' shells defied the illuimxnati, the book of c13arence
coming to life, the bullitts sweat to swamp thing, my booked appearance
cumming attr8ctions to me precede, for proceeds wwiii extort rings
bloods suckers stuck at the strawberry, you procede where your corpse stinks...

...my rock slippery shes slobs ridickulously, blows symphony
sounds of wet water slides, me and my el'ev8tor's synchronies
the obamanation mighta' just thought he had it in for me
I been knew I was tzu-wu being summoned, china's infamous
sum wanna' downplay as a jesuit construct, I'm evidence
I am not made-up, israel wanted to shape my image since
I wwiiill not save 'em, niggas been in da' nile river ever since
just fishing my guess, be my guest, my crocodiles' teeth been entrenched
al-mahdi con been put me on to byshere in two thousand ten
the same night he said bloods been neutralized, the ox can't dodge the s.i.n.s.
my god m.c. can't overtalk my word to him, the empire
t.v. series was about al-mahdi con as lucius lying
who's lion about his birthdate for one as-if in-the-first-place
and was the empire where I was last scene alive his birthplace
since my name is in-question, I am ain't-I-christ, no questions asked
so fillies shoulda' been cumming to me, but instead that's ya' ass...

...see, y.b.c. segues to me though I rep the s.p. sector
al-mahdi con's dead for having madina try to piece maka
wanting to act as the peace maker, but the real-fake won't make it
y.b.c. dul shoulda' been sharp, but number 2's trace smoked bacon
I flips one number to number one, my snipers panoramic
my patients been ran out to kill shit, came back still anorexic
l8lita should need a lift on my jak, but shit had to play out
had to be too tired to tread me, once I'm in there's no way out
why they say wallahi to then contradict their alleged beliefs
'cause I'm gods father all-law and it ain't on me to end the beef
because ocki is fake, al-mahdi con is now a dead issue
I'll toast with e&j to transfer her pain to more dead tissue
my youngin' leek was the one shot on 4-3 and wyalusing
still posting up, the-fuk you thought it was, loose lips burned with loosies
question, what happens to niggas in-love with white dudes eating them
whole menus eighty-sixed, bloods suckers couldn't duck the seasoning....

...y.b.c.'s young bucks who came up under my tenor in belmont
since the lex massacre in mill creek two blocks south, I been there on
my psycho path still, my sister clara school just a stroll from me
on wyalusing ave, my madina pilgrimage grown some deep
newborn killas still not in-touch with me though, I'm an s.p. bro'
raised with serial killers all my life there, knee-deep in these closed
sets barking code back-and-forth, bodies back-and-forth, only did time
for petty shit, when the levy's hit, jersey's drowned, my own ship's fine
I knows the d.r.i.l. for-real between me and ties t8 me's eyes to me
since ninety-five, the I-ninety-five's wise to been obliging me
but fillies still dreads my arrival time, they can't shake voodoo dust
as I did, so jamaicas fucked until they give up who blew dust
on my own premises, trying to shape-shift vs wwiiill blemish 'em
I never gave a fuck however long it took, as evidenced
since seven three one days ago, and seven three one's when I gave
word wwiii warring to lucci, now he cops please t8 me from his grave...

...I trunked the trunks of my shi connect in a kitty litter box
'cause I ain't want man'gina, I wants for-real kitty ribboned, boxed
I unwrap the gift-wrap my own self, won't consider them as thoughts
just occupying headspace, chicago considered w8men thots
seven thirty-one days ago was al-mahdi con's janaza
his sister's my el'ev8tor, shes cumming t8 me for answers
I got word los diablos down the block in kenzo from me now
my round trip on venezuela wwiiill end 'em definitely now
mary smith cums t8 me 13X to seal ms13's fate
if gods not in agreement, infinite coals can be m.c.'s fate
my god has the zu-wu project out, wondering why it don't work
my re8els my own blood rel8tives, suckers safeguard their own burps
before their souls soils sold, wwiiill black gold realize their own worth
I'll repossess every inch of earths' real estate for my own birth
I step my el'ev8tor's game up, I be her escalator
the wake-up calls been while niggas been on thin ice escapading...

...daylyt breaks down li'l lucyfer, the closet homo666ual
llover-of-men my dick, whom the lost angeles my guess u knew
eve jihan must wanna' die, once I close the black womens' legs shut
on intruders, philly's loozn, I'll show those same women their guts
fillies wwiiinning only wwiiith me, the ruler's back, I heard it's me
between me' and me, I been owned brooklyn, woo-biddy r.i.p.'ed
no way jose, the words "niggas" and "racist" don't go together
eulogies come before the grass blades and the weeds grow together
on ya' burial plot, I'm not in the mood for an argument
I'm on the move, niggas dread my arrival time, won't pardon them
2.22's been the birthdate of gods father all-law, tis I
444's philly's homicides in seven-four, where was I
being raised around my killers children, that's some way to live when
gods scared to death to investigate further on, save the lip then
hip-hop murdered in overbrook september 2022
hair-triggers in two of my balled fists is what u gon' run into...

...give up the game to me, I'm a' make sure the game ends in philly
wwiii gots' to do this together huh, I'm a' reign shellz in philly
pnb's philly's bank, whom the lost angeles done fucked around
gots no idea what they done did, exacty, I don't fuck around
my big feet where their forest fires at I stamp to stomping grounds
celebs wanna' speak up now, where's the perps, dug up from underground
nine eleven on speed-dial since two thousand one, whose spoke in codes
that fortune wheel shit, once I hit tires blown out, those spokes corrode
hollywood at its wits-end, not a split-second left to amend
my el'ev8tor on the ground floor, I'm a' ride that to the end
my exit '25 on I-95 my escalator
from my incinerator to mess in a resting-bitch face up
them major figg8s, the downtown gangst8s anthem, pay vs ransom
there's no escape clause, whoever made it can't just skate and vanish
I makes the law since I'm all-law, no zoning law can withstand me
meanwhile once mimah's blessed wwiiith better health, I might spare this family...

...do you believe yet...look, I was 25, now it's '25
I been shot to He'll, fire's been my bathwater, the ring of fire
my tub's embroidered in, shiii, I guess I wasn't supposed to know
what the-fuk u expect for playing jumprope with my nerves provoked
my best friend smothered in coals, with me his sister been sworn an oath
I am hour sun, since I scorched the earths, shes should binge on my quotes
wwiii doing this together, me and q33ny, shes should please me though
niggas can't sleep away the pain, and heroin can't ease it though
I'm under the I-95 overpass at ontario
every day thinking what does it mean to k. dot's scenario
found up the block in kensington zombie world, could the beys help him
being strung-out's for the guitar my dad played for harold melvin
and bloods suckers days been numbered since terminX eclipsed the states
not being atheist is hard work when gods not in-sync wwiiith me
single-minded, below-zero tolerance on the inphidels
who aided and abetted in my burial to do fa' self...

...the rolling '20s is halfway done, them bloods suckers had they run
my ruler'd be stuck in their mother's throat, but now cats have their tongues
the price on a jag', wright, look, pandora's box on the game's theory
that he could blaspheme on the grounds of sunni nuffs, where's game's hearing
aid at, the payback for pnb rocked alone's the massjid of
my choosing, cold cases turned to cold-casers besides masks and gloves
a badass to shout the ruler's back, lost angeles been gaslit
on fire wit' it, but '25 years beforehand's been planned hits
newark new jers' the marks just for the mimicks, I had no gimmicks
grape-ape brick city nigga had a death wish, I had no limits
lucyfer asked if I liked what he set up, I had not given
an answer, just said "that was off-the-hook" to keep feds from listening
s8vage sistas ask "how can we help" watch where the eagles landing
brain matter decorated 56th street 'cause evil can't win
knocked a nigga' in the head like hail dumping, that's a quote from twin
boomeranged right back on him, my el'ev8tor I'm soaked up in...

...now,19,442 days after my death
via a hail of bullets from sam christian is september 5th
2022 like 2.22 when I was born '28
nothing but a numbers game your eyes would think 'til another blink
lightbulbs visible in the sky nowadays, what's the bright idea
israel's state can't escape israel's fate, niggas cries I hear
actually don't wanna' hear shit but slobs 8n my knob, knock, I'm here
niggas who can't figure that shit out, keep acting like I'm not here
the 5th locusts' extortion ring's as I rise from my cremation
shelliano's inheriting this business of my creation
godfather to my twin chalucci's daughter, for the mass acreage
what u think it is, is it sinking in, my method's that dangerous
september 5th, an ode' to my twin, my patients to murder 'em
caught up to him, the stronghold I have's on u since u murdered him
the wrath of gods circumcizing ya' neckfat with the rusty blades
I keep up these days, 9.5 inches up in her guts she craves...

...do wwiii have a deal. ay, wwiiill see though. the deal is the (my) movie deal...

...the word is youngin' scurry who got murdered in front of his mom
done murdered yng cheese, so where's hass' campbell's mouth at now that shit's on
sunni'm a' murder every inphidel until crickets applaud
do wwiii have a deal, q33ny, alright, wwiiill see how misschiefs respond
do I regulate the bloods circulation, or better yet y'all
fillies sunni nuff's enough on every item in the mess hall
pussies about to pose a ceasefire fake-out, fourty-two days?
the lost angeles weak, the rams squad fell apart more than two ways
if a nigga's lips part ways saying gai shit, his spirit parts ways
while disembow'led, fileted, dismembered, and fertilizing more graves
if q33ny wanna' play, shes gotta' show me though, and shes' plural
q33ny tried to possess me, that bitch is dead now, I'm real thorough
now social media bros know why they's so quick to get the news
on scurry, think who's scurrying right now trying to wet the fuse
ay look, israel was a blackmale, u let him get got early
he tried to try me, got found on september 5th, now y'all nervous...

...I lafd at lost angeles, what they can't hack's too gargantuan
which craft's the most scandolous, silk I weaved y'all in's tarantulan
I got nyc dc to the taste buds of candyd8tes, my cabinet
of tr8phies, when I lix the bowl, it's no question the answer's me
since wwiii bake cookies together, my el'ev8tor pampers me
and mimah ain't got shit to worry 'bout when I smoke cancer's shtiks
my mama mms been at cancer since july twenty and oh one
horo scope-wise, the sign of the times-up, escaping me's noone
behind 9-1-1 on the speed-dial back to twenty and oh one
and the u.s remains trump'd under me, because I fear noone
the c.i.a. thought they had a simp', yeah, but I can sea y'all done
same way o.d.b. said the shit, try ego-tripping me, y'all sunned
their own father of lies exposed 'em, he's thee mother, that's the truth
let his brain matter paint 56th street overbrook, cracked his roof
star wars i.v. a new hope huh, u cannot see the view, nope huh
unless stuck on a world stage before u swing from a noose rope huh...

r.i.p. to the god ra' the sun lord...

...wwiii at stage 1, I flips 1# to #1, the truth hurts
that I allone am ruler of the e8rths, so I sez the truth's hurts
weather cuncurred, the whether's compliance to my own thermostat
last words "wwiii gotta' do this together" from twin's a nervous knack
2005 a gob a' spit, ridge of his lip's a nervous wreck
day '25 the gob a' spits slobbing my gear shift down their necks
the fear of allah whom I all-law am controls the whole console
zion still in my scrotum, golden child sucks, she won't own my soul
wanting to knife me 'cause her dad was knifed to death, but now I'm cool
after the woosah, my last name on the woo-side, so now I'm fumes
since bloods suckers, my own bl8ods should've known something about my fuse
my name in any mouth on some defamation's not cool, I shroomed
the newclear holycost whom I am not one thing will survive
ay look, gods running amuck with no idea that I'm still alive
and reserved patients to murder lucyfer's host, I'm on-the-job
I'm a' show my god what I been fighting israel and no mirage...