the mansion mafia

[ST .PAUL]

Yeah I have a boy named Clarence, but he's 13 and still lives with his parents, of course he does he's thirteen but you wouldn't believe the rumors that hit the air quick, young boy got a chick and that baby boy sperm damn knocked up that someone's baby quick, tough as shit til he felt the hit, that came from reality when that baby boy sperm grew up in to a Crip, good kid hood bid everyday all day no one cared what he did, not even him that's when 16 he met up with sin, all good boys that turn bad end up dien in the end, he should've stuck with cartoon networks Clarence and maybe he'd be alive or even a close friend, Just like Christs homie ducky, I guess him and Clarence just had no luck g

[ChristO]

yessir...judgement days sealed for clarence 13X on friday the 13th X'd
which was on 6.13.1969, 612 days before I was still-born into point breeze depths
to recap, the sign language gave sam christian's name to me as my murderer, the founder of black brothers inc.
better known as the black mafia, to his own grounds I was born to seal every black brother's fate
and I caught up to chali lucyano born a black man 1972 to these wild philly streets
who woulda' figured that he is hip-hop, being lucyfer's womb when pronounced incorrect, I just guess n!66as think
they can keep on being without any tribute to what I've become, I'm ain't-I-christ since my name is in-question
been incapacitated at 13-13=0, my cousins G. and D.'s been the way I been pressing
now al-mahdi con is dead, shot in his head from my own patients to end his life since his bitch did not choose me
gods shoulda' known I been here, now gods gotta' find how to debunk the mockery jay-z and the bullitts shot through me
how the bullets shot me to chopped suey, I suffer post-traumatic death disorder, my ole' mamma caught up to me
just to dismiss my existence, she's my cuz'n now, born through my cuz'n who tried to do me in, what a botched doozie...

[ChristO]

...philly's culture's they're the responsible party for my murder
they keep running and ducking, as I reserect, I'm gon' serve 'em
the subpeona to appear in court via habeas corpus
the trial's been in effect, my judgement allone leave 'em as corpses
and once gods power catches up to me, gods speak only through me
I'm rulerfoot, too fly, no bitch in the world's ever gon' shoo me
I been putting in work, find me at the wtc site
if you bother to research, my twin's been rumbling with me right
to ground zero, I'm now zero, 13X on the 13th X'd
my book of clarence means yes indeed I was clarence 13X
if gods shocked or not, I'm not to be mocked, but gods not in-the-know
so my mind heat-seeks potential moles to rock gods snot out the nose
my patients to end my twin israel's life done caught up to him
while hebrew israelites call esau the whites, all dumb moolies
my god m.c. I caught up to him, now I know why I made this
foundation in the heavins which is called the 5 percent nation...

[ChristO]

...it was to book adam who was born as judas iscariot
who's now into the 5 percent lessons, using haphazardous
means to deny my word, hilarious, then try to overtalk
me, I told him he's clothed in lucyfer's brand, guess who owns his thoughts
the one whom he betrayed when he was brutus, his name is julius
murdered to be born again out of revenge to reign as lucius
deeper than that is that he is israel, so if wwiii best friends
shes gotta' prove it to me so I can tie loose ends to dead ends
who's looking for their Father and ain't find me yet can find me in
know-where, because inphidels everywhere you look, won't sign me in
the seducer eve tried seducing me, yeah, nineteen ninety-five
my own c8usin, this shit's beyond uncooth to me, eye ninety-five
just had the horse gallope on it, traffic tied-up in a stable
her accusation on me has me bound to kill her whole age group
instant and infinitely, my identities a whole hate group
five percent of my hood's left, whose fault is it if gods untrained though...

[ChristO]

...the key bridge of communication to me done collapsed, so that
put a spark in zionists' ass to act, I'm puttin', putin's tact
had 'em beghasted, bloods suckers reaching out to me, tried to base
hot-air balloons, one pop and it's more than a fizz to ground from space
terminX coming through, bloods suckers losing they minds, tried to face
me, who gave barack obama his name thought they had time to waste
my god m.c. assumes solar's eclipse won't rob him blind of brail
your times been up, checked into p.c. because only time will tell
my own national anthem's my killer nat turner's music theme
I'm returning the favor though, bullets barraged into his frame
after I dig him from his grave, died on me three six of sixteen
I own the black mafia now, 36 degrees since this week
so philly's deadlocked hiding behind dreadlocks now, my barbers down
with me recall shower posse ran for their lives, won't calm me down
r.i.p. to phat geez, I'm on it now, ramadan's not ramen
r.i.p. to al-mahdi con, his closets my dic's been barged in...

[ChristO]

...black hawks are out, aiming at my building, cavemen nap on ceilings
u got this war u done set up for me, agents @ civilians
u gon' pay, not me, for what u done to israel, that's the facts
that was my brother, now it's dog day afternoon shit, that's a wrap
wwiii doing this together, huh, when the moon's married to the sun
u know where I have the con's cern at though, I'm maries' murdered son
so the alpha-omega mark's on the united snakes for death?
5 and Cent plus 5 per cent match fifty-six, shot the snake to death
579 days ago, and eve's born 5 of 7-9
on israel's state's 31st, three days before his 7th time
around the sun via the earth's orbit, the set-up locked on me
she masurbates to me in ninety-five, done set me off on this
mission to find her murdered dad, my uncle's demons shot me dead
symbolically, its psychology to keep me the walking dead
she bears a d8ughter who's my mother who lost me in sixty-nine
what's owed to me's well-beyond the logic of who ain't lost their minds...