the mansion mafia

[ChristO]

...I'm making a trojan horse of the killer wasp to break the bank
and raid the ranks until post-mortem frangrance rank, my rage is cranked
each page I sank my inkpen in to shank, my god has me to thank
the wu'ether been s'posed to agreed wwiiith me, 31 years to blink
and so wut now wwiiill re-member me, I don't give up rights to shit
any chick cross-eyed to me I'll pluck of feathers then fry 'til crisp
the bullseye, 2 and 15 I hit, impeccable darts adrift
if wu'tang knew the mission statement, I'm present so far's the gift
my origin nation's uncompromisable, deposit you
into a deficite unclimbable, my god can't rile a troop
I'll leave you where I sea you, breaching our borders impossible
new jersey drive's toll on I-95 of-course an obstacle
sit down, read a book, and wait to be called out's what the lobbies do
any crash dummies die all alone, not how kamikazes do
this ch8colate princess-acting female's shirt read what would o-dog do
I'll hammer her to walls and floors 'til I'm who she goes "oh God!" to...

[ChristO]

...my organization's my organs in-place, no malfunctioning
I don't fall for a pipe dream like the light scheme luc' was hustling
I sleptwalked through my whole life and still caught up to end lucyfer
that dyke bitch as a black male as-in blackmail, who sent dudes to lux
I coulda' molded my murderers to a hamburger deluxe
chalucci too busy stalling for time slots, who heard of his rooks
I went to south philly high, we got out early, ain't have a lunch
my baby pic' since my first day here signals I been had a hunch
I'm still born, dead to rights how gods shoulda' seen luc's cipher dropped me
instead, the wu' men tried to outslick lucci don and ain't opt me
had chali con plotting, my sick sense quarterbacked the read option
to wheeze oxygen, my god tripped through embalmed smoke to keep walking
suu wut wwiii doing m8rcy, 'cause that book of clarence farce a fluke
trying to mock whom I was gets 'em land slides down a garbage chute
the truth hurts honestly, when the eagles land it, give thanks to me
I accept please copped in the form of pantylines that band for me...

[ChristO]

...maybe it is a fact they want to be under my ownership
but look, fillies sunni nuff is enough for me, the showmanship
of characters who overstepped boundaries get unloading clips
get a load of this, m.c. shoulda' known the rent I'm owed in bricks
done tried to backdoor this business between vs, how he double-talks
I been i.d.'ed him as judas isc. brutus, but his trouble starts
since his teeth sank into forbidden fruit, I see the hidden truth
I keep to myself, wu' men needed proof, the w8men need to prove
that shes my best friend, eagerness to do for me what need be done
I'm sealing the rolling '20s fate, these be some extremely dumb
menstruation stew eating chumps under the spell of the decade
five bodies at a time daily here since first day of the decade
it seemed like, so fillies seams tight once they don't try to wear me down
nor wear me out, fem8les city-wide babying me bear me now
my god who's forsaken me I'll utilize as a punching bag
and gods should be grateful if I don't stuff them with their lunch in bags...

[ST .PAUL]

Toes tagged after foes body's are dragged, candy man mirror pop deadlier than any Glock, no muscle but I'll still watch you drop, shim Shimany shot, pick me a winner I reply when you mic snot, I'm a wu glue goth, what that means you wanna know not, get the ushers, mouther fuckers hide under covers

[ChristO]

okay, good money.

[ChristO]

...I recall the voo'dust to my face was on 52nd street
'99 circa, now since my 52nd the dreds is deep
these foreigners' been mouthing off that us niggas have no culture
then for this, philly sell-outs their culture, mines, I trapped those vultures
if wwiii best friends, shes gotta' prove it to me, I have no lloved ones
the wu' banner negotiates with my god now, bankrolled up some
I keeps my incinerator building 'til I'm smashing hush-ups
yusef mac was called philly, faggot was butted, gagged and dump-trucked
so I'm 13X sealing BX now, cabbage patches mmm-mum
my scrotum's the sack their salivas making a pact on, uh-huh
there's no one loves, so noone leaves my branch without disfigured limps
who's the beast with the sex, one strong comma'd have me six-figures rich
zion heeds my script, through little nas x buttocks I'd gouge his tongue
the wu's state I inherited through wars, nevermind mau tze tung
the protocol's to reach me the protocall, judas isc. brutus
in order to reseal israel's secret, julius is lucius...

[ST .PAUL]

Rhymes fly from the splinter of my minds eye seeing thru all the bullshit, i keep it classic like gangstars full clip, twilight zone mic throne I own, disturbed mindz with big hearts make your self at home, eerie beer drinking pirate, clearly you know I'm violent, mic sabers of the tyrant, evil con carne's army, mcz sing along to Barney, breaking in half like barbi, the wu rips up ya Nazi party, I got g.od bikers that will cut you if you piss by there harly, molly hardly can catch the trolli after my jollys, ashes are the remains of mcz who stepped to Pauly, you natural born Killa sloppy I'm from the dark side but still godly

[ChristO]

solid, wwiii build and destroy. next verse up.

[ChristO]

...I grew up with apostle paul flipped to become adolf hitler
I wrote of it in previous verses, go back if y'all missed it
think about it, the christ bearer's the virgin rosemary, dig it
I'm ain't-I-christ, born from six sixty-nine when they murdered clarence
this movie farce they're premiering today is bogus mockery
they had an agent approach me in ninety-eight, but I could see
I had him stuck between the G. and D. on broad when he confirmed
"you know that you're the return of christ, right!" but yeah, I still discerned
from being summoned up as tzu-wu the sun of the art of war
that morning before the agent intercepted the walk I'm on
and now I got word little nas x wanna' rap about j. christ
after nas x slid down a pole to satan's lap, my sound advice
is clean grigory rasputin up, he's your man charlie mansion
on-the-other-hand other than being riddled I'm the answer
their boy little chali mac is deceased now, and they still can't just
cop any please to me, judgement days sealed since their boy's been cancelled...

[ST .PAUL]

Awful apostle now bloody saint who lives off the bottle, old and hollow, nobody's role model, born from old yesterday helping a new tomorrow, you drown like me from sorrow but don't return, minds boggled from the unseen burn, Holocaust ring worm, Christ concerned, to what his follower turned, in to, mcz getting scared trying to learn ju jitsu, unseen realms open when truth hits you, the street life I was never in to, that's my fams profession, Im the one to come to for lessons, but Ill still set trip to, and verbally rip you, y'all brick mansions gravy, I'm devil's rejects hell house hazy, my balls are bigger than slim shadys, cause I'll tell all of y'all to your face and eminems to, I really am married to a imaginary lady, leves break, I take a shot for my falling uncle KC, and remind you I paid a lot of money to be this crazy...

[ChristO]

okay, cool, cool. happy '24 street, where wwiii from...jupiter symbol..
...as scene on toynbee street tiles "movie idea 2001: resurrect dead on planet jupiter"...
...came up wwiiith apostle paul/adolf hitler since 1972...across the street from me...
...we was sparring partners of-sorts...
...welcomed bro' to the eternal dam nation [the e.d.n.] in 2000a.d. as he was doing 18 years in prison, in sealing the fate
of a grape-ape n#66a from brick city nj by the name of rotti'n r.i.p.'ed then in 2000a.d., basically...
..x-files shit...my ole' twin chali lucyano been trying to set me up...r.i.p. to him then on 9.5.2022...
...r.i.p. to my youngin james, bodied in brick city nj not long after rotti'n's body-bagged in philapa, to cover for my cuz'n semaj...
...alright, wwiii doing this, huh...so let vs continue...phila body bag shit on my end...sealing rolling '20s fate...they can always cop please after-the-fact...
...but ay, I gots the price on a jag'...
...anyway, salute, salute...LI7...more versus comng up I-figure, eh...

[ChristO]

...yeah, so, correct, bullits did make his movie based on clarence smith
bullits interpretation will render you disappeared and missed
whaddo you meme was almost on-point to point out that movie's theme
but see, if I'm alive still, what do you mean, what's a groupies dream
the tzu-wu's re8els' shit? I gave my god warning enough, he just
insists on calling my bluff as-if I bluff, that's enough, wwiii just
gon' have to shoot shit out 'til I completely editted the script
a cold basket case like my uncle's demons, never left a print
my smoking guns still trigger-happy, my el'ev8tor woos me
to find 'em, what can a new hope do for me? she caters to me
the ole' babysitter to me, exactly, luc' skywalker's dead
on his own volition, fruity syntax been his downfall to death
I round-off on a decimal, turn sound-off on a decibal
when silence is on, muzzles sniffle, won't stick 'round with residue
all please being copped to me's bowtied gifts that give me no excuse
the LI7's the allied brethren, but my sticks won't diffuse...

[ChristO]

...I was mark'd out and riddled with bullets, and now mocked by bullits
ironic, seal's brother huh, so gods still ain't got knowledge of this
elev8tor ride I been took, her council missing since '13
my spouse a masquarade-faced lucyfer, this isn't her first fling
whatever researchers gods got prepared to analyze these threads
I posted, taylor-made's my uncles' gang, I'll unalive each breath
exhaled against my own momentum, animosity these dead
issues harbored within shredding them, evidence unfound they lived
the book of clarence is my own book, they just want the blasphemy
amplified since I'm being reserected, those who'll blast for me
ironically behind my murder for alleged blasphemy
think about that before adding my name to your dumb parodies
how I force-fed the goats their own kids, their eyes suffered graves disease
look nigga', forty-two's your own skin, cursed is-it, who made believe
they suffering for nothing, that's the game played, now their fate's been sealed
involve my former name in some charade, I'll carve your face to seal's...

[ST .PAUL]

Skillz for those wit cheap thrills dollar Bills stuffed in in there throats and flesh that peels, pillz mixed wit liquor, long live the grave diggaz sounds of silence bloody pictures Get me sicker, home run hitter, taking over like a new Hitler, wack get scraped in the shitter, all saints day I need a new liver, body's quiver when I enter, souls vanish in a blender stick around if you want you already knows who's the winner, dinner for the sinner, garage band contender, comfortably numb inventor, I won't lie tonight I might be on one cause my queens got me centered

[ChristO]

...after the spell bombs on clarence's name clears, gods in-touch with me
or not, I couldn't tell you, my cuz'n renee is stuck with me
eve been in-cahoots with lucyfer, right, to put me to an end
so therefore, all involved in this campaign I'm putting to an end
the talk about is that movie farce blasphemous or not to christ
illuimxnati knows what you do not, that clarence was the christ
so they tries to postpone my reserection from the dead of-course
and if gods sleeping on me this go-around, that's their heads cut off
how far'd you go to prove you're not a nobody, I know bodies
I been just minding my own, revelations came, I don't copy
The Father spoke, I'm not a joke, I shoulda' been left unprovoked
nevertheless, my exhaust pipe to muffler's with all the smoke
and when the smoke clears, all the hope gone outta' folks claiming I'm slow
to reach 'em, once each finger of mine blocks air passage ways to throats
my god m.c. wants it with solar's panels, I know all angles
of the set-up, my depths the sonar can't view, my show's not cancelled...