the mansion mafia

[ChristO]

...see, look, 3184 amber equals 10.21.1983 amber's born date
so look, weight, that my mind's burdened with, ay, the core base
of conspiracy against my reserection must be the world bank
my slickson ave ngaz took a score down, my uup crew, no more thanks
if beys wwiiith me, the ba'em family know my uncle, but I'm the bul that
survived my own murder by them, I don't point fingers, I ups the score, facts
and I been owned the kenzo' files ever since I stepped in on the eleven fifteen oh five incident
over the wu' dance, a nigga murdered then & I knew it then, no outside vs will survive vs, the end
sue wwiii gotta' do this together now, huh, time to die'ah if tease not appeasing me
and amber said her street's broad and ellsworth where that u.s. gov't agent tried debriefing me
the new jersey turnpike ain't got a chance in hell, my el'ev8tor ride to and from He'll's the range
wherever they from I'm there with a lump sum, I reign shellz on any region to ferment remains
tell that dumb shit to who believe it then, this ain't the premise, my kill ratio ain't got a blemish
my calling's the whole s.p. blacks finest original legends page and me, I ain't here to sell it
no birdsong from a stool pigeon has an effect once I cash a reality check on his ash
I know o.t. means outta'-town, the real is I'm what too real is, no salary caps on my cast...

[ChristO]

...see, as soon as I scene news of eleven fifteen oh five in kenzo'
is when I stepped into position allone as the sun tzu-wu
allready expecting to hear news from the kenzo' files then though
they buried news of the gaping vortex left there, like know one knew
and method came out with a yah'mean anthem knowing that's philly's
but no fuss was ever made on it, though the vultures hovered close
and so do I like wut gods set-up for me, yeah, but my god's so
contrary to my decree, now kenzo's known for the overdose
and zombied-out fiends, the open soar posing as the open store
I cross-haired los diablos just for crossing out el diablo
my ole' twin, now he's dead, I gots nat turner as my go-to bul
since o.t. the reel called him out, I'll reign shellz on all these out-of's
outta'-town, outta'-space and outta' time, tease copping please t8 me
to save the mms, I'm sealing the kenzo' files back to mute, the truth
is I allone am tzu-wu of the art of war, believe you me
when you ain't spoken on, you another cold case that I approve...

[ChristO]

...I am the tzu-naami coming back home as so fillies backbone
the mickey-fickin' facts when chazz relapsed, 5-6 his last bathroom
the kenzo' files can't open up without me sealing 'em shut, shit
az-izz can cop pleas to me after what's done is the whole bloods sheds
fuel empowering my whether vein, climate-control everything
do I like wut gods set-up for me's q33ny's pitch, trump'd every state
the ice never melts, killer eskimoes account for every flake
me and my thorough so fillies squ8d verse all living entities
I embody the suunsuu, every soldier moves accordingly
clocks striking nuune, r.i.p. 12 o'clock, wwiii not for foraging
and so if gods not wanting to be buried with infinite coals
then gods wwiiith me on everything I do, god, so this how it goes
if I keep having to spell shit out for bitches, infinite coals
burying gods, so look, I'm a' corkscrew 'em 'til infinite's closed
adam disregarded the 'ledge and fell to become judas isc.
brutus murdered my twin who came back as lucius, some brutal shit...