the mansion mafia

...the young bro' gave me his credentials, if he can direct movies
my good bro' shelliano can employ him, I selects groupies
can I protect the bro' gee's street from crashing out, I'm just suiting
up for the outfit, got-away to nottoway, my depths rooting
so who's paying dues '26 to vs, the bloods suckers pucker
my second head gets kisses and hugs from 'em, my cum-up's smuckers
confidential's records gave me the word now on los diablos
who marked-out my twin el diablo who was chalucyano
so my almighty demonstration's in effect, don't risk ya' necks
being roadkill to my mobility, direct once I collects
bowties giving me neck, hourglass flipped, the sands recycle time
shelliano moves with diplomacy, the rza-rector's primed
since 106 and park freestyle fridays, brooklyn streets targeted
between me' and me since october 2016, bargaining chips
the ransome to vs, the note reads "give up everything owed to vs"
before solar's eclipse, my god best gain his sense to know whassup...

...blast for me or die for murdering me for alleged blasphemy
if I am who I says I am best not be what you asking me
canines and molars masticate live bodies whole as bodies soil
themselves, 56 years ago I burned before my body spoiled
elevator drops me off at the floor where lucyfer's contained
israel's state meet israel's fate, the can chunky-souped his brains
tease a dead bitch unless shes giving her life to me by-the-way
if she was 6 to 9 years-old fucking a grown man, by the way
I'm riddled '69 disposed of fri. the 13th, since today's
math adding up, tee/tease a dead bitch unless her mouth clears my name
to fear my name, subservient cumpliance 'til her found remains
tease a dead bitch unless shes found me inside her without restraint
Q33NY wingdings, remember that code they put out two thousand one
so if wwiii gotta' do this together, I'm whom shes found, the one
my good bro' can be shellz shocked about how I conduct the binness
cons sequence buildings how I deconstruct and construct the buildings...

...so fillies gotta' give ties to me, that's bowties, I'm in their necks
no botox, fillies striking israel's state's iron dome defense
up, so this niggas wake-up call, phillydone did this to themselves
holly would interest herself in my word, she keeps this to herself
my cuzn tee/tease wwiiith me now since her father figure's deceased?
so the bloods sheds between vs, correct, the Father figure is me
shelliano's daughter beat the body, she can be somebody
my wilson pr8spect cums to me on her own to beat sum bodies
I'm forcing my god to agree wwiiith me now, gods lifes on-the-line
I don't give a fuk when I don't get to fuk, my pipe's on ya' moms
I gots my own sources of income, the city done played they hand
my patients been ran out to dirt-nap lucy whom they made their man
a whole bitch, kept my ole' mama away from me twenty nineteen
when mms the word and mm u don't say's the codes to summon my being
my el'ev8tor climbs nine to eleven inches of my spring
to the esophagi of nine-eleven perps oh one, yah'mean...

...the d.r.i.l.'s always been the space between me and eve the seducer
I'm abel bodied, no way in nor escape route for intruders
the u.s. trump'd and you're just stumped, I reserect from confusion
my parables are absolute, not the abstract of confucius
d.c. 33 symbolize the death of christ at 33
27 years ago I was 27 certainly
hobo-looking agent on a psy' op' from 33rd degrees
and phillydone got bloods suckers stuck under every word I breathe
out to seed sustenance, my people gots to eat, our mayor's deep
the mothers'hip, them others split to percentages, pay to me
the bloods sheds cleansing the mass acres, yes the non-stop massacres
I spell-checked to cancel spells meant to piss me off like catheters
cuzn tee/tease finally wwiiith me, is it a deal or no deal
phillydone did this shit to themselves, I been here, it's a done deal
suleiman bey done sent me here for-real, welcome america
to the end of the world into my word, He'll my inheritance...

...wwiii translate to w.w.III, u do not. deal or no deal. d.c. 33. now reserected. c. parker for prez. deal or no deal...u gots 'til such-and-such now to let me know wwiii gotta' do this together...

...just like israel said before he died, u done said I'm esau
three things I don't like, a bi-polar bitch, yo-yo, and a see-saw
when I go back to work, it's not to work, I been out several months
helping mimah beat cancer, horoscoped cancer the seventh month
my ole' mama mms, the word is she's turning twenty-four years-old
why u tried hiding her from me, I know, fighting for y'all gets old
why'd u have her born to my cuzn tee/tease, shes about to kneel
and pray to me, the same as club harlem a.c., no mouths to squeal
why I'm the cold basket case, 'bout the same as my uncle's demons
fighting double-homicide on my namesakes, high fuk'n treason
my god musta' spent all thirty silver coins up in an arcade
I got a job offering me the partnership, I'm on my way
as the trash piles up, the crypto investment u done posed to lure
me the day I became tease Father figure was some horse manure
as my nois rips ya' face-off, it's par for the course, the smorgasbord
covering up until u catacombs, my drill, all four shes on...

...first-of-all I'm from 2-4 but I'm not a mole, now you should know
when I lived on 2-7 street, bulletholes was out-of-control
where wiz dinero would post up, serial-boxed the common code
back and forth against where I'm from, bodies caught like the common cold
my cuzn tee/tease smutted out by 'em, I know, plot on my soul
my brother mark spoke of escape, two weeks later god rest his soul
so if I club 2-7 street, it's surgical, some are my bros
I just wanted to know what bipping is, them bloods suckers are slow
all that energy belongs to my reserection from my death
suleiman bey sent me here evidently, lectures scold the deaf
with boiling spit, so philly's it, so how wwiiill I be re-membered
infinite coals, if ghosts willing to cop please, I'm keeping reference
my brother buddy 2 guns kept the score, mentioned 2-4's winning
when chali con died it saved al capone's life, that's 2-4 binness
ole' dirty bastid hid out where this shit went on 'til he was caught
at grays ferry mickey-dees, like my old self, ain't get out new york...

...r.i.p. to azir harris, to jason reese, and to zahir wylie, the 3 murdered in that etting st. mass shooting...
...r.i.p. to all those who fell in that ole' 2-3/2-4 vs. 2-7/2-8/tasker war from back in the whole '90s...

...between 2-7 and etting street, bul woke me outta' my sleep
begging for his life before seeing tunnel light, rocked bro' to sleep
I had to walk through niggas talking 'bout guns they got for 2-4
I said I wouldn't be a mole, nevertheless I'm from 2-4
shoot-outs infront of my house, chips of wall rapping on my window
me and mimah low-crawling through the living room just to live though
go to my brother's house on ringgold, he had a scoreboard and chalk
this was the whole nineties, I seen well-known niggas turn afterthoughts
remember the sad look on a nigga' like he's already dead
the next week it was candles lit for him, balloons and teddy-bears
wretched-ass bitches evil-eyeing me thinking I am a square
I was just biding my time while not being knocked offa' my square
going to art institute as-if to pursue some wrapped career
meeting up with d.j. too tuff and van outside to rap a bit
where that gob-a'-spit bul would say what he'd do for the mafia
and I ain't know my twin was at my school the same time I was in...

...it's now '27 years later, so what do I make of it
being called christ's return by what wants to make me a fake puppet
to intercept my summoning as tzu-wu of the art of war
and bloods sheds pouring out with the soo-woo's food for vs carnivors
bloods suckers stuck on a plate wwiii bout to eat from, that's really dumb
to ride around in red with a license plate that read phillydone
such believers in witchcraft and voodoo hexes are really stunned
I ain't going for shit, reserect my dic' now to breach ya' lungs
me being born 2.15 in 215 one nine seven one
eleven fourty-five a.m.'s not deterrent enough for some
until the movie deal is sealed to have the swny film appear
and mimah's coughing stopped, from what I'm coffin' pops the shit to fear
it took this long for 'em to come to find I won't be made a hoax
been built enough patients to clearly let u know I ain't the joke
my good bro' I makes my chief trustee as I reign shellz on these streets
the business-15-business between vs shows how I'm He'll on these streets...

...I work up under the I-95 like a troll for the toll
between tioga and ontario ave., my eyes on a goal
the project '20-'25, you see whom pontius pilate is
and barabass is my bro' shelliano, now wut time it is
when I'm folding whites and all other coloreds, couldn't mind they biz'
wanted to be up in my personnel space, none outsidevs in
protrude into ya' perpetual deaths sentence, the time you spent
to get to this point isn't the point, you will not survive this end
wwiii the-fuk are not kumbayah for shit, this coup de grace should shift
every organ of y'alls outside ya' skin, the stupid gaul of piss
pigmented pieces a' shit, protocol breach shoulda' stormed your sense
to think my white lineage gonna' save y'all from post-mortem stench
fuk outta' here, every part of fillies my own to commandeer
you don't want niggas to fight 'cause that's where israel lies endeared
body wrapped in linen at his janaza, pick which side'll win
his inner-conflict, the picket fence the smokescreen, I silenced him...
...sincerely esau/isa...

...my ole'head robert brooks shot up by craig haines in j.b.m. days
rob's brother chali put me in the picture frame, wwiii the end game
but first-of-all, the truth's hurts, I flips 1 number to number 1
my officiant self-sufficient, my wedding planner, she was mm
the u.s. trump'd since I was slumped two many times at e.s.t.
no border crossed can break the ice, no forged false relations with me
shout to sabir bey at it still, posed in a pic' with my niggas
on moore science, so wwiiilll see when noble drew ali's my nigga
shout to my wu' men's latest projects out, my business infinite
the longer tease not answering t8 me, no bitch is innocent
israel wants to make me the bad guy? that bitch is indigent
after trying to trick a truce from me? that bitch's cents is spent
hebrew israelite niggas mouths wreckless until niggas fixed
the codes about zips, I'm from 19146 when zipping lips
last scene alive at m.l.k. junior projects by suleiman
so beans being put back on the menu is merely food for thought...

...if I walk off my gig in port richmond to port richmond, this some
grandiose shit, either side of new jersey state's my own income
job's security ever since last year and said had he been there
at the bleu brook when chali khan was plotted on, guns would had aired
out differently, what's meant to be was my own patients, domed him, done
if chali's sister wants me, to now get rid of these smoking guns
it's been a process, my fences movie dissolves all defenses
'gainst my reserection, nafissa sent, sniffed out by my senses
wwiii both got white lineage, they can duck a sick, it's duck season
I'd be the mail man, yeah, delivering the news to snuff treason
rasputia laid me out, her bra pillow cases, a tik-tok skit
rasputin raised about when my own time ran out like tic-toc split
I gots the job offering me the partnership, so wedding vows
me in a wife beater, I beat box, shes spits on my well endowed
considering bloods pressured enough, for now the map and mop's out
wet floor signs every mile mark until I force my god to cop out...

...coming at my ole'head cornbread
I'm me, you earl dumb shit, you're dead
da' great da'bait shit y'all on's dead
go 'head with that before more's dead
hip-hop was born seventy-two
and the bronx ain't have shit to do
with him, psy-ops, ya' minds is fucked
ya' next move webs ya' feet, you ducks
infinite coals wut got gods stuck
avoid fillies ranks when y'all hunts
poured over beef, bon appeteet
punch-drunks must not need fronts to eat
hip-hop is charlie's church, the curse
on niggas israel, wut's it worth
to call me out my name, I'm Him
whom you called esau, I'm not them...end of the world/into my word...

...so I rise in the fall, autumn, hair I am, crown a' thorns on me
tried to pit micha'el against me, shiii, boredom, I yawn coffins
the eagles positioned to wwiiin the whole seasons since obama's
been found out, this a shout-out, eagles lucky pass his own karma
what's his option, a closed or open casket or cremated plane
the ferris wheel at a.c. the halo my head's in, keep it plain
and simple, yes I wwiiill crack the combination to any safe
everyb8dy lloves a wwiiinner, exactly, and nob8dies safe
these obscene phone calls I keep on getting every time the games on
don't bother me, I'm esau, yeah I know, u can't hide the gai porn
with these witches, which is the basis of y'all survival efforts
against me living, but against me livid, u hide defenseless
end of the world/into my words the message, enters no exits
bro' ora shellby wants to make the movie work, there's no extras
charlie's church is the synagogue of satin, yeah, bitch cotton-soft
I hold the trump'd card, when I lay 'em down my bloods not washing off...

...obama's the eagle, 666th lost to ghengis
the first horseman of the apocalypse, they don't want the angus
the cursive scripts out the necropolis, distopian anguish
my wardrobe don't live in a closet, threads close, openings vanished
richard allen calls me up on the phone the day them maga'ts flied
tried to barge in mother bethel a.m.e., let them faggots die
the sk's the 5K on who made vs alligators' live bait
my guess them pussies related to wet canines and the primates
hebrew israelite niggas mouths I'm a' hem without a hymm
against me they're israel's state's last line of defense, I'm a' end
their own beliefs, if not by blowing their brains into their own snot
they chose a side, I kept cool, when I'm hot and I sweat, they all rot
when the whether's climate change, I'm outside more, dumb bitches die more
the bloods sheds keeping my appearance up, I'm no public eyesore
I'm gods father all-law, when adam fell from eden to e.d.n.
wanting to be god, trapped himself in my own 5 percent teachings...