the mansion mafia

...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...