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...