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...

[ChristO]

...see, look, again, I found rza to be sun bin my distant kin
and look, tai equals ties t8 me, since my li'l cuzn wet her bed
to think of how to be set free from me, shiii, back in ninety-five
had I not gave a shit, perhaps she would not make it out alive
but ay, I ain't the dunce trying to be set-up on false charges
catch up though, I been bottled up the hunts on my own lost carnage
since ninety-eight's when the mah'fia pulled me in, I know bargains
I'm no-nonsense, I know nonsense, so allone I'm my own boss then
twin saying I'm a' be the founder of this organization
that was twenty-eight years ago about, dissorganized gai's shit
that pang juan was trying to campaign asking me to battle wu'
two thousand five, I heard barks but I know nj state cattle moos
az-izz can plea bargain them two bloods suckers to me, that's the move
saint-to-a-sinners shit, the graveyard was where they was shot at, cool
sun bin's gotta' call for a trues now between vs, the battery
is mine allone, the hues skulls socked, assaulted by my battery...

[ChristO]

...so I said queens get the money since so fillies stunted my growth
and twin did a stint in queens as a child, Q33NY was then the code
to signify twin put this set-up together for me, surely
naming vs veci/christ after vesey and church fallen stories
buildings 2, 7, and 1, I been here since two seventy-one
look, if shes feeling me on her 8n me, it's wutever, wwiii bump
wherever wwiii be, she feels my protection, learns my directions
ever since pop art shes been learning lessons, forward progression
I can visit the bridge, wwiii represent septa, know the efforts
gods said it, I meant it, my brother al capone knows my presence
to linc' with kool g. rap since after my dad nathaniel wilson
had went to rest, I gots the job covered, no abandoned building
for squatters rights at-all, no parts of fillies that, wwiii really traps
our own culture's since me scene by sam christian, but this really back
to stone-ages at-least, or star wars i.v. a new hope at-that
I'd have nasir hell'd captive since illmatic, facts, whose fault is that...

[ChristO]

r.i.p. to power. 11.3.1973 - 2.23.2026.

[ChristO]

...I know I had power in that subway car, r.i.p. to bro'
my god used to catch him in frankford n.e.p. when he was through
I'm set to own the wu's state, wwiii plays the game 'til the game is done
my gripe with that wu' saga t.v. show's how they portayed a dumb
cowaring nigga with a philly sweatshirt on, that's a signal
for me to show where I'm coming from's He'll on earth, not some shit you
can flag off as not this and not that, survivor's remorse hits you
then I shows up wwiiith a thorough so fillies squ8d that won't miss you
I gots a method, man, yah'mean yah'mean's how wwiii been dialogued
taish' accusations against me's some shit I been fighting off
my name cleared of false charges on me is wut I been fighting for
so for rza to cop please to me's the fees I been writing off
sue wut wwiii doing to reserect me from the dead, not to dread
it's barbercide the tools are dipped in until they cut all the dreds
port richmond n.e.p. area 5 yard my last payroll gig
to port richmond s.i. my guess, when I'm called, whose ass came up dead...

...respeck'fully...apology accepted, for saying wwiii ain't real killas in that orange-line broad street subway car...r.i.p. to power...no relapsing on vs though, eh...the philluimxnati...

[ChristO]

...alright, sue wut gods saying is I'm the philly soldier who wwiiill
revolutionize the globe since ninety-nine, some movies two-reel
my movies too real, wwiii define world war three, not provocateurs
wwiii kept shit beneath the surface since that iron horse locked indoors
the power, brother gulped, apologized, then it was opened doors
if only my god wouldn't had dismissed twin as just a facade
after hand-gesturing okay signs' triple 6 and then ignored
every warning I repeated to him before I said it's war
december 26th, 2020s vision impaired, so yeah
my eighty-five circa declaration to my god's loud and clear
my g8rl tr8melle is still standing, okay, good, so then for gods sake
to make up for the time lost been the prime objective for mines sake
establishing my legendary status been my design's fate
body riddled and still born with my name in-question, divine fate
for me to corner that government agency's crash test dummy
amber's street where I declared I gots my own plan, no shit dummy...

[ChristO]

...my mah' was strung-out on the meth', penn relay-race tracks on her arms
my brain preoccupied with death, not thinking of old age at all
my god's now stuck under my name, housing projects under my spell
ain't tried being a hypnotist, out-of-pockets under my belt
sue wuts gon' save my 5 percent, watch star wars i.v. a new hope
once 50 is no-longer 50, chicago birthed the new pope
my brother al capone had them streets baptized in the crimson rum
wwiii real killers now, huh, so with that said, how wwiii keeps this shit mm
after the power died, I could accept brother's apology
the circa ninety-nine, my power's circuit not one eye could see
me last scene in harlem by the south philly brother sam christian
hustling with my mama after I'm still born, that's a damned sentence
so fillies aka my haRem, and bloods sheds the fuel for me
there's no bldg. any other story but one, my own story
I ran shit and still runs shit, that's the whole story, won't folklore me
ears needing a cue-tip to rupture drums now deaf foe-sure on me...

[ChristO]

...judas isc. brutus insists wwiii gang-up on this two-time traitor
too outrageous, this nigga's skull so thick until he's no brain left
for gods sake then, I gots the power to correct him then by force
he ain't scene why his boys died 'cause of his grave error, just ignored
and selectively heard my word direct to him, so yeah, go there
he'll horse around until he eats my haymakers outta' nowhere
he don't wanna' be jizz with a back fulla' jizz, the fag' he is
way worse than some twigs or a cigarette stick, can you catch my drift
no handicapped wrist, but if I wasn't there he'd lose his ass quick
do the math, shit, at any time I subtract you, when's your last breath
the wu's side I'm about to own, my original sandbox there
at smith playground, the conrail bridge dividing line, my land right here
so how'd mooreese cant' land right there, a homerun, stae-mae's camped right there
I can still make this work, huh, back by popular demand I'm here
I had power on that orange line, doubted his sincerity
automatic, got news power died then knew the severity...

[ChristO]

...wwiii got twenty years locked-in, no other option but my pen, so
shitty cuz' summoned my end, but I survived that, I'm not them, so
razor sharp can bargain please, I'm not here to bear others' burdens
sign on my door's don't disturb me, rounds through the door once my nerves been
triggered, I'm sure I deserve more than this to get my point across
annointed in the bloods sheds sucker ducklings, deep's the waterfalls
I can build a bridge, I'm used to burning them when the wage is war
there's no turning back's the reason for that, no exits staged at-all
the one world lightening strike's supposed to mean wut, throats got a clean cut
been had the drop on nimrod sixteen years ago, I'm a mean mut
israel's been declared dead now since 3 years and 6 months ago
benjamin 'yahu shoulda' taken short breaths, wwiii ain't luncheables
keep this shit up and I'll know, full payment upfront's been what I'm owed
the u.s. trump'd by me, consider ransome notes been what I wrote
who read wut I wrote, who instead waited years to get what I wrote
today, shiii, who's still here to hear what I spoke, was there when I croaked...

[ChristO]

...I'm shooting down everything breathing in napolean's baby crib...
...that was 1974-circa, him looking up to me saying shit
without moving his lips, a big-ass smile on his face, eyes open wide
all of these blue and red toy soldiers hovering paying him homage
his words I heard being "tone! I got this war I got set up for you!"
and "come live with me! wwiii can do this together!" yeah, whatever
it took some time to find I was ghengis khan, he was jamuka
and world war three's what he was talking about, wutever suits ya'
I was murdered and born in the middle of this vietnam war
in that order, shit that oughtta' have a nigga' geeking outdoors
and leaping off a suite's floor, sinking his headline under a seashore
more about me though's it was suicide to kill me then keep on
as-if I wouldn't book this nigga sam christian for my murder
I'm ant christopher not anthony christian, bloods suckers nervous
since the obama'nation wants the smoke before I close their curtains
I'm u.s.s. lincoln up to sync in them w8ters, my soldiers purging...