The Mansion Mafia

[ChristO]

...alright blood, that's your boy tacoshi sixty-nine
I was put down six thirteen nineteen sixty-nine
no ese was ever writ' in nor essay ever written
how I was murdered, born again, then raised around my killers...
so you call out soo woo to who? me, the tzu-wu
and the wu' go soo, blood, I never mixed the two crews
the wu'tang dance? who was philly dancing to? it was me
bitches so stuck up, now their pussies can't get down from my tree
reserect my dick, you not c.'ing me, wasn't hard to see
my flow have fishes dancing to breathe, how I part the sea
walk to africa, see what happens to a child molestor
when my aim's accurate, my obomination's obamanation's
code's disasterous, the mess I am's your messiah now
do the math of it, I subtract you if you're a scab to me
we not the lost angeles, you need to give the game to vs
we always plant our feet somewhere deep in your anuses
wherever we touch down at, the scrimmage line is your finished line
you racing now to cop a plea, the wack niggas finished now
our bars on-par with bullet riddles how you're left riddled 'bout
how the-fuck I came out ya' mouth to run back up in ya' mouth
vs philly niggas not playing, minds are not wired the same
who you think you talking to, the feds musta' wired ya' frame
the mm don't snitch, the block parties got mmers parades
moving on route to puncture a slave, fold bodies in graves
I came up around serial killers posting corners
medicinal ad-libs, no prescript', just living lawless
or so it seemed, but Allah governs all around the 5th
philly brothas, ask about vs niggas, we're right where you're left
so go 'head talk about vs nigga', you might catch ya' breath
no colorful sets, just a war drobe buttoned tight on ya' neck
I ain't ever need a gun to be a gun, you see me, run
your lips at our own expense, and yes, I'd receive the funds
go however far u can to see how real my sentences
are before you find how unforgiving my death sentence is
we can sit at the counter, I'll be the counter terrorist
every loaf to every crumb is for me and my delegates
every toast is a job well done, smoke the rotisseries
just know, if you wanna' box GOD, your fists left fingerless
if we doing this for rec', we still doing this to death
I ain't doing this to be like or liked nor for the rep'
any truancy as I'm schooling the pupils to the view
there's no blind-as-a-bat excuse a dingbat can pursue
bloods been TRYING to rise from these street cracks for about two
decades at least, the 5th seal been cracked, but I'll seal ya' teeth
wanna' be like me, you gotta' die blood, if you around vs
you won't make it out alive, bloodclot, the game is petrified
if bey's with me, we gon' see how I shake down every slime
who crossed the line, as me and my own blood family bond
I'm from S.P., one of three members of the locks on u.s. all
the breeze, fire, and earth, just add water and you'z got a war...