the mansion mafia

...see, I enjoyed my furlough from my gig, while most niggas fretted in fear
being moved, media's news the cattle prod, notice: the ending is here...
end of the world and into my word, sentences run concurrent
and consecutive, treasonous dumb black bitch must don the burden
she earned it...her pillow case facial imprints to the furnace
I smothered her, feathers muffled the shots, then lit wicks to burn up
the world now under qu'ranteen, keep inside to avoid the sun?
I been alive since seven-one, who denied and ignored their sun
sixty-eight seconds on the clock to go, now you stop, drop and roll
during which times I was trained to lock and load then rock and roll
every restaurant if not closed turned to a stop-and-go
whoever kept vs from business ownership has got to go
extortion is the business between vs, you cannot say no
'cause I will piece-meal you out in your own trash bags out from storage
luc's cipher's under new management now, I'm ain't-I-christ, the boss
if charlotte con feels some kinda' way about it, that's his loss
we supposed to been heisting chase manhattan's bank since oh five
divvy it up fifty-fifty, who prays malcom little survives...

...keep trying a' pick a nigga, you dying a grisly killing
I ain't having any feelings about who you think you kidding
remarking some sweaty pig shit, you can be hung by your chit'lins
I am not the one, I'm suspect zero, no charge on me sticks
them four bodies in bucks county' s scratching the surface
from minute patches of earth to continents earthlings
and wildlife being turned to fish food at, my heavy reign
will blanket terrain features every map etched to be made
what I was given is wut my decision to judge is based on
lucy was scared of the 666 I branded him with 'cause
it meant I won and he lost and woke as the other gender
I got the closet shit booked, what lucy want to remember
this won't be a quarrel between lovers, this a war between brothers
he saying say nice things to the woman, I say for-real fuck her
she's the harlot, she's you, nigga, so she's wut I abuse, nigga
if I no longer can be killed, and the black woman refuse to get
hip, and white dude then try to point me out in a line-up
look, I was defending myself from being whitewashed up
so I didn't unprovokingly shoot to kill, where's proof I'm here
if I'm a dick and unprotected, sex think it can shoot me dead
there's only enough room over here for one reality, check
the follow-up, you should know, here comes your reality check...

...alright, so come '21, I got it locked in, any cockblocking
against my whim, my bloods circulation got options, I'm not stopping
my dark tower rising to nine to eleven, m8thers' hips stretching
knuckleheads messing themselves, no other man's the mothership's blessing
birthing me as they orgasm a whole symphonic concession
to my demands put on the books, 8phi's confessions I won't let slip
beyond our private parts unless she let it, I'm solidified essence
my forethought's the whole year of the aks with the ox, in about seconds
I'm first to last longevity-wise by my own brevity's breath mints
to save money to make money that's worth more than the u.s. mint
the pandora's box been set off by jackalyne since two thousand five
verses the roots game theory I said it's a tie, the n.o.o.s. bound to dry
rot the bodies left hanging from it if they ain't pay vs for use
when they stole what's been owed to vs, I never remarked what's the use
I calmly embarked on the routes, it took decades away from my youth
to find I'm to nyc embodied as tony c., today's only proof
a' life, I hell'd my own self hostage, gods should know I created 'em
when I visited, gods behavior takes more than me berating 'em
I emphasize fillies exclusivity as-if in daze to come
as I myself armored in philly's skin, lambs' silence weighs a ton
per sqare inch, philly's homocide count's now 1971's
2020 vision, we on the same page, wu't else u been on...

...'maj, if I save your life from me, my name still had smut put on it
how would you know that I'm all-law, my aim still has bloods spilled on it
cuz'n, how would you give your life to me, you just turned 21
in this century 21, event '01 to '21
what makes you into a man though, I won't put you into the mix
you owe me your life's all I know, your sister steps to me to fix
me up, last year I stabbed you up with my pen, do I want you dead
instead my youngin' james took that hit for you, dead so you could live
and now I'm a' collect kee-kee. her city's bricks can't save their pigs
the aftermath, hoffa' remains unfound, I could not spare them crips
now if we're on the same page, mind your business about my business
my m8therships taking me in as shipment, I shock the richters
and grow 'til I can barely fit in, one inch short of a misfit
the trump card's got my 1-800 direct line? wut's ya' wish then...

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brock, if you want to keep living, give brooklyn to me. that's it.

..sunni nuff is my patients to peel lids off the tomato paste
gushing, the bloods hit, I'm a cold case, push me and your fate awaits
since 1998 when I scene the phillydone licence plate
on the two bloods driving on the strip, I countered 'em right away
the akis confused, never scene me though they seen me all this time
since 1971, 2.15, 11:45
all I wanna' know still's who murdered me, that's why the bloods spilling
I personally assume that black brothers inc.'s my known killers
since G.O.D. sealed the club harlem massacre in 7-2
bumpy johhnson born five days after as my cuz'n dennis, cool
he's who the D. is, G.O.D.'s all from the harlem streets, capisce
born in philly, so arguably new york verse philly's the beef
l8lita can salivate on my pecs, I'm hitting all the marks
empowering my reserected third leg to nail down her heart
the bloods sacrificed for my arrival time since 10.26
of 2018, the cov'i.d. assisted me, he dumped the bricks
on my conscience, the butchery was light work, who thought it might work
to jump protocol, fillies shoulda' bothered to know how I work...

...oh, what a tangled web, and I know each thread, there's no fanagling
my pocket change, what's a fag' ex-president here to baggage-claim
the rockets claimed my life five decades ago, now what traffic jam's
out to impede my drive and get between my bread like cashier jams
now if I'm on the lo'lo', she cannot refuse to service me
I don't crack, lucy's not making it out the safe to purchase me
all philly's hoes rocking moschino's why b.i.g.'s r.i.p.
I'm the import until important as fillies own's all I be
the hip knowties swim synchronized, the sinking ship's their residence
english I kidnap when folding the whites, my close-knit impetus
to settle scores, leftovers don't register expiration dates
barcoded on left asscheeks, 'til spread asscheeks indentation gapes
and what I'm lincoln up with's to murder barack, since he's nimrod
my energy is mine to delegate, untracked by the sim cards
come '21 bridges what my deliverance brings quivering
lips, fidgeting since the u.s. remains trump'd, unforgiven simps
advocating for biden enemies more time, deadline's ZION
2021's the last checkpoint, bygones won't be let bygone
don't praise the trump card, nigga, praise me, I'm the won he relied on...

...so there was a wedding, between israel my wife and I, sublime
I don't recall shit of it, but I know counterclock wise the time
I can't put my cuz'n D. on, the enemy loaned him his wife
to lobby for the eternal souls of our GOD, to show D. his life
is what I can't do now, whatever the con thought maneuvering
this cobweb of a scheme, I wiped my eyes of it, such foolishness
I'm 'a run through j8ckie j8rdan, roadkill on the track meet's the black
race, keep all your gasps in awe when I do what I have to for lack
of words, I communicate with the b8tches by gut-shifting 'em
any new hope's intricate intimacy between me and them
I show mercilessness, pulling back triggers with that synergy
guess what happened to me, same as the bloods sacrificed in my streets
fillies shoulda' known better, but oh well, the end result's the end
and fillies P emblem on my porch signifies root-to-stem
my point of origin, no outside ordnance can forge on vs
your deaths however unfortunate's payments for ignoring this...

...I found the eagle giving a speech, my name a hat on his head
in front of the lincoln not thinking I'd aim my gat on his head
that pussy ain't me, what's this I hear nimrod had a synagogue
scribble the talmud, my guess he's a damned fool, retard seminars
thought using him as a tool to speak could burn his melanin off
to save them, wasn't smart enough to finish my penmanship off
my hand left to write english left-to-right, arabic's right-to-left
jonah stuck on the whale's palate to rest, catalyst life-to-death
the u.s. to remain trump'd, he can swear on my bible again
same as obama's done, as my arrival comes, side arms my penn'
event 201 prime objective I force to accomidate
my mother eve, my m8ther mary smith and I will find the date
for the birth of my own nation to manifest and put to rest
the cov'i.d. attempts, what they call the great reset's them out of breath
ermias and I run the american football to-the-death
again, having strong enemies' a blessing's what I'm proud to rep'...

...again, ay, gods gotta' pay for letting demons see and greet me first
and before I came clean, my physical laid to rest would feed dirt
gods gotta' answer for every foul thing I did and 'bout to do
gods not the answer since I'm not alive to 'em to route each move
when did my mama mary smith die to be born as c8usin sha'
we'll make up number sixty-nine, and gods being outlined in chalk
that's how I castigate the elohim, it's either them or me
gods one chance to receive me was two fifteen twenty sixteen
allah b. real like cypress hill, all-law be me from power hill
and how I could just kill a man is all too real for those two reels
how's it matter to me, I been decaesed more than half a century
the shock value of me just showing up on your map's incentive
enough after enough die due to shock springs absorb in recoil
the spoils of war is what I'm here to hoard, my own company boils
steam from our pores without sweat while keeping a cool calm collect look
sha's on my arm, I don't sweat our blood thais, I proof all my text books..

...I'm supposed to be righteous is my guess, my steps been right-to-left
to prevent switching hips or a broken wrist, now my life's been pressed
since being air born to the age of my death resuscitated
via conception with no contraception, my mother ain't think
of getting pregnant, I became her best present, ever since then
pick any verse in my roladex to reflect what I just shed
light on, my right arm stronger, still a southpaw though, my sidearms towed
the bic writing fluid was my lighter fluid, my life on-hold
no longer since covid-19, I want the smoke, it's no pipe dream
the gates to He'll might oblige me, the gates of He'll under my wing
under duress with no chance to survive me, they're under arrest
as I police the mess, no vaccine to inject under some threat
I'm revelation 1-3X, did u forget, what's making cents
to me, attempt to get ahead of my wits, end up basted crisp
a pandemic declared by who migraine headaches I gave out to...

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...I'll contain the u.s. flag my own self, my house sewed up the flag
you patronize with that, what do you owe vs, I sews up the bag
who been trying to drape us with them colors to secure safety
of what's considered whites priviledge to breathe the same air that scrapes me
propagandize a contagion, some real fake shit that's real flagrant
I still could care less, the whole white world I'll waste's what I been stating
hear that as the whole wide world I'll waste since you don't heed protocol
and fillies streets been supposed to had scene what I been honing strong
I won't waste my time with this much longer, 239 arch street's
for coloreds niggas fight and die over, whites burning-cross torched sheets
my origin nation's fillies presentation, you're taking cue
from vs, so when you eat you owe vs, we're not imitation food...

...the u.s. to remain trump'd, cont'd...

...when I walked around gates' school of the future to confiscate it
the zig-zach-zig was in seattle pounding the gates foundation
somebodies gotta' pay with their own lives, I see how gentrified
their unwise demonic sideblinding nuclear holocaust
format's been being broadcast from that future school black pupils fuel
in 2020 vision, being blind's no excuse when you're food
so a big shout out to andrew goodman, a jew murdered with
michael schwerner and james chaney who were then dug from a pit
philadelphia missisissipi burned to get the verdict in
philadelphia pennsylvania burns a wick short-fused to glimpse
the second that the nuke reacts, the first mistake's always the last
no good you do outweighs your bad, who told you that? that's both y'all ass
that's how muhammad ibn thinks, 'round me he doesn't get to think
found me booking the black brothers inc. he's in, who riddled me's
now clueless how to seek refuge from me, I own the gates to He'll
and as everyone is born into sin, there's no escape from He'll...

...barack, they ain't want me to reveal your birthdate at scorpio
who was that agent who approached me '98, what would you know
the police murdered three of my blood relatives deceased and born
again, and acab agents riding my way they said, we ain't torn
within, so george soros is a mark, I'm the marksman, now who else
a heartbeat away from eternal deaths, I will not share my wealth
which is my people, with those evildoers' conjuerings from sex
how I book the sins be my own business, publishable when cleansed
so barack, you gave a shout out to chali mack, that's chali con
I'm keeping trump in that elect'trick chair to fry, my word is bond
biden and kamalah are targets to be judged, I be the judge
a friendly game of baseball between vs locked down a world of duds
the main source metaphores at that, the twelve let off for corpsing blacks
but adam's adolf, we're a pact since 2000, who's corps'ing that
6-1 and locust street now felt the heat fourteen times, won't keep on
being showcased as victimized by lowly swine no fork teethed on
I work the loophole in skybox number 113 at the linc'
and forever kill little nicky dead one thirteen seventeen
fillies exclusivity's mines, He'll's in perpetuity's shrines
to annex square miles at at time until the whole u.s. is mine
obama's in his whales' pockets since body-snatched and raised awkward
and jacquelyn's will kill all u, pandora's box the main offense
barack, I have a job for you, turn it down, and the paint's your lid
popped open, I'm not asking if you wit' it, where you waste you hid...

...the mission statement as I been drawing out my manifesto
r.i.p. to great uncle joshua, his white co-workers saw fit to
murder him out of jealousy, back in jacksonville florida
between there and georgia's where him and his siblings was coming up
memorial day 2020 I caught wind of da' 5 bloods
the same day george floyd was kneed to death, the sins of the whitewash
the end of their time, thus the 5K been rising to find them
scrambling for their white lives trying to appease GOD who I am
the sign language is therefor letting me know shit's the world's notice
hand over all gentrifiers to me for me to implode them
israel's done bobbing and weaving, clean my cum from ya' colon
by taking the hit, no more thievery, give up what u owe me
the cotton fields of niggas souls, the white barricades didn't know
their reward's death for thinking kudo points earned swearing niggas slow
harriet tubman shoulda' been made money, but they stalled the plans
then george was set up over a fake twenty claim, that store should hang
israel u asked if I like what u done set up for me, think
the corona's the result of u blocking me from being scene
for every edit of my word u done made u will have to pay
and I ain't taking a vaccine for shit, as I collapse the gates...

...see, the elohim broke through the black chamber mind control construct back
in '93, that was the wu'tang's debut, me, I was brought back
from fort jackson to homebase, linked with the eous in my sleepwalk
the wu' ether seeking me out, I battled through that with each thought
niggas was coming for my neck, wanted me birthed in the new yolk
all I knew's philly's what I rep, even if fillies birds blew off
me as a flea, I didn't flee, wound up hunting down who killed me
in them south philly streets trying to keep lids on it, the real me
being feared most, living as 13's ghost, nevermind 13 ghosts
and now my god tells me rca folds and wanna' give me throat
so here go, who wanted to erase my end goal, they barely know
the work I put in can't be editted out, degenerates don't
quite get it, so time limits shown, con knows I'm the grace period
I own the black chamber, this the way shit's gonna' play, period...

...so if I fall back on my da' 5 bloods pt. 2 verse for now, sue wut u gon' do then...

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...now, sony/rca is back to wanting to do business with my god. well, so my demands must be met, without question or further contest. I will repost my da' 5 bloods pt. 2 verse, for the 3rd time now, sunni nuff. keep it up. don't know how many more warnings u gon' get, eh...

...so whatever they're waiting on to happen, I been said let's have it
procrastination isn't their motive, it's been dead entrapment
we been over this how many times, I just rewind acetate
my life so far is routine enough my footprint tracks the same
the aging process on me's some attempt to collapse my age
in other words my era, bury me alive like that's the rave
so twin, if you're trying to reach out to me, what palpitates
and why, is it the fear all-law that I now calculate
motivates your speaking term to choose syllables carefullest
as opposed to your previous carelessness when aware I'm this
eternally mass-murderous beyond physical attributes
of terrorism, a female's labor pains won't pass for booths
no supermen against me can crack a tooth, I trash a booth
still, vernacular of mine with headroom for shaq to move
on his feet, so israel, you wanna' discuss capital
with me, cool, no preschool, every punishment's capital
I wasn't born three of earth's orbits around the sun ago
if the bitch doesn't swallow mine, that'll be her chance she blew...

...so leem, do you now yet accept my movie terms, to question or contest
my position is just a waste of breath leading to wasted steps
it took to reach niggas, I don't plead with 'em nor do back-and-forths
nor grieve with 'em at all when the cost of denying me's their loss
you see this covid-19 shit, and we know what the 19 is
demon b8rb'ie is your niece, so I want to meet her hygene with
my own, now I told you what I can't condone, so I don't promote
the demonic shit, though that's where we from, I'm best kept unprovoked
stay mae christened my name ant christ, but that's a lesson to be learned
where I was put down 6.69, and beanie sig' rose in return
any attention to the black thought who I profiled being job
not mentioned by a philadelphia soul what streets think they know
I don't live for a second-place, and what's haram my h8Rem's safe-
keeping me against by means of giving me their fence to leap, it's
deep what we're against to be it, secrets in the sweat, so be it
lucyfer's defense deleted, israel's defense conceding
my people u'd best to leave the-fuck alone from sects u be of
see how I can sort shit out, my corona presents the feature...

...yeah, see, I'm owning the wtc site ever since vesey and church
was leveled out, I warned u do not touch the last message I perched
it's alleged 1919 the black chamber's in possession of
r.c.a. was-it, to the 36th chamber's obsession thus
of seeking me the sun tzu-wu out as The Father 13X
I'm just a tone, trying to keep my head on straight, this one thing just
kept repetative as no sedative works once I'm nudged awoke
my sleepwalk itself paved the road of the 5.00 per 0.01's blunt approach
the extinction level event's the gross, what's got u all in check
is wu'hahn, cov-i.d.'s resolve's the attempt to absolve its debts
lo'lo' on stand-by for the dick I'm about to dock on her with
hair splinters to her ribs be my intent, stuff a sock through her lips
to prequel my way to the main event, the tug-of-war's the show
the wtc's in too deep to ban me, the doors' my own
I don't make threats, I state the facts, u marked for death, and that is that
my brother enoch can mitigate my wrath 'til the clan retracts
errors in decisions to try to play the members of my cast
your masonic diplomas made of trash, my terror burns your backs
the inferno flames ate your gas, the eternal flames ain't for laughs
every wall turned to punching bags, every hurdle my legs surpassed
to unlock myself out of 113, I'm 13, who's the 1
u propping up trying to suppress me, it's nimrod, he's a punk
no formidable opponent at all to say the least of it
your prayers and pleas muzzled, asghedom's return such a deep subject...

...this is a wall...dead, this is you all...listen to and read up on my catalogue
I just cover the dates, not to bore with broken record repeats,
I break records to catch you all
in your sleep, waking you up in a skillet heated up, in minutes without a second in 'em
shoulda' thought for yourselves, but tariq's running from the jaguar,
and no spear chucker's defending him
the key of david cannot be took from me, your brains spill in your laps on your freemason aprons
if you knew what time it was, zion is what you niggas would call yoursleves,
and freedom ain't waiting
for me to come outside when I'm ain't-I-christ via being branded 6.69 fri. the 13th
the precept for being branded with 666 mark of the beast is I'm revelation 13
I wish my mom could see me now, the tears I'm drowning in from my people's own eyes who ain't scene me
because fillies shoulda' known better, but whatever, I'm a man with needs, not a fag' ass genie
and wtc's editting staff fired up since vesey and church streets to now unearth me
erasing verses of mine left and right, if it's costing your life, it's no threat since I'm unheard from
what's civil war then, niggas courting the pigskins, the 5K fences u in, call me the boss man
your lips exhaust wrap, carbon monoxide suicides, no time for I-told-u-so's, bleed the mosh pits...

...eleven inches to their every entrance, what a miss thinketh
I reserect with, without words of wisdoms, what a bitch wishes
stinks up the contours, what you got eyes for, I got nothing to prove
I'm not from a soft delicate place, fillies not something to use
I reach to the six triple-eight postal battalion for recruits
three and a half years is november '21, there's no excuse
for not paying full reparations to vs, your way was though vs
but the cov'i.d. wanted full ownership, that's been jakub's ruin
corrupting every sacred text there was, thinking to outsmart me
the living word incarnate, your skin tarnished, sign of the marked beast
and every nigga busy wondering why God damns his offspring
the womb being hip-hop is of lucyfer's loins I got off in
the-skin-I'm-in been his life ever since, I'm antonio ban-
dera, I stand in her stiff 'til I'm a stiff, this rodeo banned
from listeners, until I was pissed off enough to show his guts
for thinking to say keep this secret while secretions pour his shucks
keeping blasphemy alive with gay pride month, none will survive such
mockery scoffing what I've done to lucy's skyline of diamonds...

....next...

...I been made every appointment I had with death
couldn't pass through metal detectors without alarms cackling
I'm back like I never left, but I never left
I'm soo-woo of the art of war, the cause for alarm's atrophy
my god practically brought me to my own bloods shed
I made 'em the bench press, they leave the benches, their ass wiped without
the tee-pee paper, the moment you ask what's next
better be a b8tch impaled on my length and width from ass to mouth
without a word, my pair a' dice I been
set up before being murdered, and now I'm here by appointment
being brought back to life at whose request
but lucyfer's burden against my own self, such disappointment
my god said I smoke demons, that's my uncle's fate
who's now facing a death sentence for murdering my own namesake?
seven days after con said nothing's left to say
done asked me to live with him in this world bearing our own slave trade
but I'm not sharing shit with the snake pit of jake's
repurposing the wordplay to condemn me to eternal hell
so I embody He'll as my own self, the fate
this world is in's the cold cases of me and my blood named jamell...

...cov'i.d. is the con, keep that in mind, can l8lita make contact with me
souldiers up-in-arms I kept in-line, my abomination's still wit me
baracks's a hot-air balloon, ermias was blown before april fool's day 2019
the joke is on u.s., I won't concede to shit, air earth and fire engulf the crime scene
the black mah'fia responsible for my death summoning me back to alive, fillies
sucking me off, then philly's won-up on a draw, siphoning my energy's what kills me
as-in l.o.l., so as I cum to collect, you call collect, I won't accept the charge
yeah, reserect my dick 'cause you ain't seeing me for shit, I was retired sixety-nine
grew up as a poltergeist, the reason south philly's notoriety was really lit
napolean begging me to get on his team, whose noses did you blow to iddy bits
so biden time is on vs, melanated skin's really the mark on lucyfer, his host
why 42 kept showing up, because jackie is jakub, lucy in-the-flesh, this stokes
the black race, leaving a bad taste in orifices, I will not go back-and-forth with 'em
I just boxed number 113, nimrod ain't shit without my energy u pumped in him
to impersonate abe lincoln when I'm him the 5 per cent, that's the currency
u been trying to fade into a cashless society, but my demo's first to play
even my mother though I love her can get shotgunned to her lungs for speaking tongues to move
india above us, the bric's the subject, and the mother is lucy you nincompoops
my earth already tried shotgunning her lungs, found the rifle instead, and tried suicide
I was going on two, mary smith's pain of losing me to murder still fresh on her mind
demons clued me in to her whereabouts as my c8usin sha', gods gotta' answer for it
recapitulations the signs of eternal He'll if perpetuity's ignored thus...

...I figure what do you expect, I act out through language dead-set
against me defining myself, to move an inch anguish and stress
I gravitated to boot camp, almighty demons my platoon
september 1990, jack's son the fort, schemes that I perused
columbia's the city I was next to, then malcom x ghouled
his way out of his grave onto the t.v. set as a test tube
I was in my barracks watching the music box, his video
came up, he tried to rap, I seen he's from philly now, here we go
calling himself chase manhattan, the place he was last scene alive
around 13 years later we're co-workers at our city job
working on the same sanitation truck, I find out he's a dick
and ass, fucking himself every chance he gets out a place to live
and nowadays niggas who on demon-time thinking they can live
getting shot to death while streaming it live, putting their healths at risk
thirty years after my basic training with almighty demons
putting the puzzle together as ain't-I-christ, I ain't dream this
me and my cousin D. was 5 and 4, legion showed up cheering
in my dad's living room, we was both with 'em high fiving victory
craziest shit in life, the slaves been fighting through Hell's draft funneled
239 arch, who heard the mob march to smoke the flag's colors
2/39th infantry division, perez, huggins and 'em
terminators, the warlords, and rebels we're competative with
panamanian martinez my bro' from watts in south central
then scarface shouted south philly to watts the world is a ghetto...

...yeah, so I told my god what the deal is, he entertains bloods still
because traces of my own bloods called out to him when I was killed
so I let my god know I've been asked by the con to clean the mess
being my bloods showing up on his hands, the con was deeply stressed
my god swearing I'm a concept, but no, I'm clarence 13X'd
if it matters to gods so much, but I been here to be myself
these dead rappers are because my god ain't think I created him
that must be it, my death tolls be industrious, won't cradle them
the bloods sacrificed for my reserection's sake, read the headlines
I'm here to make money, we all agreed, r.i.p.'s the bedtimes
so the big deal is building '21, to 4.2.72
the club harlem event let me know all I need to get at dudes
me being born in s.p. been the coup de gras to them I charged
with lead poisoning me seven to eight rounds, where I head 'em off
at the pass was by being born where they're at, where's the proof of it
since '98 focused on black brothers inc. as the true culprits
the mercy of all-law was my prerogative, but not to this
extent of getting away with my murder, that's straight not the twist...

...now, what would you believe, what computers breed, something you conceived
more than any potential at-all of what's in you to seed
the false peace motif's a fit to the peeholes of the dicks
of the negros who reject that your hero is myself
can I keep hold of my wits as I keep on being fixed
element of oxygen, never opt to give an inch
I am top-knotch on-the-strength of a mind boggling strength
every w8mb feel like it's birthing me's how my obelisk stretch
anonymous breaths squeak out to digress, my nerves a mess
and I can care less how my hands keep shaking out the clips
what's your life without the risk, butterknife to cut your wrists
they find out how fillies been treating The Father, slump ya'selfs
I ain't interested in a truce, I'm euthenizing you
worser than eugenics' planned parenthood, you're surviving who
first-of-all I have yet to live, so I cannot be killed
and why the-fuck is it do I still live after I've been killed
stop my murder spree to try to sell my space to aliens
the black whole's four horsepower kicks in, race to face the end...

...what's par for the course when left to starve to get charcoaled as divorce
when thinking outside the box invites outsidevs goals to be sought
can my god hack the targets vs brothers are dead-set to dissolve
in battery acid vats, imagine that we'd let nigggas off
the hook, we're off-the-hook, if the con wants the job saleem ignored
then first-of-all I'm tzu-wu the sun, author of the art of war
downtown is what I own, south philly's only hope's that I was born
r.i.p. to woo biddy, now whodini's ecstacy is gone
I been the bid, and now philly's the bid, I wondered how'd that go
and sure enough, the bloods sacrifice been without fail for that dough
what fillies gonna' do now should be to summon me out, but how
the lo'op surrounds l.s.d., the l8lita express my route
my girl harriet tubman mourns her son's murder, earth's the burden
but I'll soon have luc's cipher plea to me with a purse unheard of
meena, keep your head up above the tide, only choice is survive
call the south philly tzu-gheng' up in due time, I'll be on ya' line...

...yeah judas iscariot, you're my god elect, them five percent
lessons you learned in trenton, still ain't learned me yet, our sign is fixed
my time is set with year seventy-one's homicides at my rest
the machine begging you to turn philly out, I am not impressed
wanting to raise up on me for lost angeles' sake, that's treason
I won't let my god down is the only reason you're still breathin'
you loved israel though and hated me, so I psalm-82'd
gods simply because you're in denial that israel ain't a dude
to me, he lobbied to me for recruits, wasn't you god, I'm not
the lollipop, I'll molly-wop you back to the scruples you lost
my bloods what called out to you once cane raised in protest against me
but either respect that I'm no longer bled-out or rest in peace
now the con and I know who cane is, god you just relocated
to around where the set-up on him been at since he done made his
choice, east germantown, yeah, you can shout zoo-woo, means I the tzu-wu
single-handedly took over the continent, god I drew you...

...between me and me', nobody can do shit to me', since u keep
sending agents to render me a noodle limp, up shit's ya' creek
this evil-ass bitch ain't got the sense to know she done asked to die
dried-up assorted nut face masks she peels off, earths in aftershock
the population I waste as an afterthought, dumb asses thought
they was born to shit on me, that's a nasty thought closed caskets for
I gave this bitch every chance to befriend me, she's the nasty whore
knowing I don't want shit from the bitch, she been cast me as a dork
a nut, sucker or something, just to pass herself off as import-
ant, I've been imported 'til I'm important based on mass support
where the danger lies is during level transitions, now she done
blew it, she should know it, wants to cry tears and sob 'cause now she's done...

...well, so you think woo biddy's murder's 'cause he dissed 63rd street
the machine played itself, that was my girl's kid, didn't deserve that
it was a land grab effort by the bankers, apnea dirt naps
I scene the bid movie billboard days earlier, then the perps cracked
my young brother's body open, a blood sacrifice you'd expect
heard willie d. of geto boys on his podcast report woo's death
then chimers-in was through-the-roof, I called my girl, made sure she cool
she's harriet tubman, you guessed it, this means we are bullet-proof
she aimed, I shoot everything moving, you won't find that amusing
nobody's safe, and I'm the tzu-gheng', you gon' find I'm a' lose you
the score was set in october 2020, now your hindsight
my god's pushing me for the limelight, I just wanted my mind right
who's now biden more time, twenty dollar-bill face buy 'em more time
if it's my girl harriet's? they just killed her son dyewou, no time
to waste, the zoo-woo's fluid embalms the face of the earth, my birth's
unnoticed by fillies/b8tches, I last 'til I'm the first unearthed
archeologists necks are ostrich, I gripped like I'm jacking off
the heads pop, champagne bottles of seltzer blood, now who's backing off...

...my wu' brother enoch showed me poppa wu's last message to him
saying be strong for your mother, christmas eve she left him too quick
he just let me know, said covid was the suspect, his whole world changed
I couldn't say I know how he felt to sympathize, the world's strange
my previous mother outlived me, demons showed me where she's at
my present mother's i.d. is eve, semen donor? where's he at
my dad laments about not being in my life, but it's still love
although the disconnect's real and I'm alone in my surreal world
my god's not up-to-speed, I'm not the snake, I been told him the deal
being I'm esau whom he's 'sposed to hate for love for israel
why I psalm-82'd gods not a mystery then, that was why
heard charleston white bidding on philly for making threats at his life?
fillies still paying me no mind, we now crossed '21 bridges
a housing projects' building '21, my gunners slumped with me
a tasker projects chickenhead giving me my license to drive
commercial vehicular homicide as what rides through her thighs...

...if bloods ever showing up on my own streets, that means I'm deceased
my own health linked to god's responsibility, if I'm released
it's under my conditions, I am not a post-mortum present
that's gon' keep being bled to death, red scabs' not what I represent
people in red uniforms not on my set, my god is bent on
carrying out skull-and-bones agenda to sweep what I stand on
from under my heels, rolling 20s bloods not getting warning shots
the 20's numbered streets where I was raised, blocks done ignored my walk
been felt the attack on me, with me out the way would make their day
I'm suffering in silence, if I die, gods done made that mistake
I'm feeling light-headed, my blood circulation feels out-of-whack
I won't take medicine, I protest doctors 'til big pharm's collapse
my god's got the bronze nazareth as a connect, what I respect
is my own word being made manifest, not what my god persists
in forsaking me for thirty coins worth of a stimulous check
the elohim never reached out to me yet to protect their necks
I ain't trying to have my mama cry again from losing me
my god can't give israel any excuse for confusing me
as my own anti-christ, as I am ain't-I-christ and nimrod ain't
since I was three all I had's been patients to get where still y'all ain't...

...between me and me's the rules of engagement, yeah the war's ancient
my words are my sword ain't they, ruling ages, yeah this bul's raging
the zoo-woo's what the bloods gotta' pay for, my rules as tzu-ghengis
my god's gotta' catch on to the big picture as my truth frames it
half a century's mine now at eleven forty-five a.m.
since 1861 I'm president, the cave men now cave in
the last checkpoint of zion's '21 bridges burning, fidget
your fingers, but my work's still shifting keyboards and pushing inc. pens
me and D. discussed the family, I told him he was a gangster
when G. was living, I tole' him the black star line was his answer
health benefits what I want with no medical, no shitting you
he'll's residents what I poach with an enema for shit they do...

..all I need is the other ear to take my diction in, listen
why biden timed his cue to say this will be the darkest winter
y'all psyches gliching too, my god is tripping, round trip to pottsville
such a novel idea yet again utilized in a plot build
my diatribe's against how I'm alive, the bloods should've not slept
I ain't beating myself up 'bout my life, the love should've got felt
I been summoned back up by the sun worshippers, I would not wink
I murdered and massacred millions at-at-time and did not blink
my channel 13 cancelled by the network, 13's their net worth
such mockeries and parisites to flesh, relief's in a stretch hearse
me's bringing it to me about her son's murder 'cause I'm the source
of instruction how it was carried out verses my own resolve
the dichotomy of my physiological attributes
I wasn't confused about, lucyfer pouts and can't hatch a coupe
to master me, the master's me, my bloodline's to the masters' tree
my marks are dead-stuck between me', a thompson gun and master street
had my god known better, but I been let him know I'm cold weather
musta' thought he could water-proof israel when my hose wet up
the con knows better, so go figure, al-mahdi's the goal pending
my exemplary health and plus the proceeds from my own w8men...