the mansion mafia

[ChristO]

...mrs. mary smith been noticing a spiritual connect
it's demons bringing her to me, how our residuals collect
the language barrier I break beyond the speed of light, the plight
of al-mahdi con's been el maricon bearer of light, the psych
wards not keeping me hell'd in 'em, I'm He'll risen, no spelling bees
sting can affect me, I'll wring 'em of wetness when they're sweating me
'21 seconds spree, I have one thousand percent ownership
only one left is me if somebody's flinch cause my chrome to drip...

[ChristO]

...I been talking to a brick wall before I seen the bricks wall cover art
rotti pronounced himself a c.e.o., in my space, wasn't smart
I assume he confronted me on the 52 septa bus
saying "that's why I want you!" faggoty shit, thus I r.i.p.'d the punk
between me and adolf hitler, and napolean bonaparte
and nimrod at scorpio was being groomed to assume his part
to front like a leo, but I scene though shit ain't what it seems though
backtrack my catalogue to notice just how I ripped their seams loose
fifty-four seconds left to catch ya' breath, held under water since
the baptism, my wrath isn't a fad, He'll's what your thought ain't wrap
your head around, this ain't a bloods city, god though they called you out
as I bled out and the P's what I rep, dog, soldiers marked your house
a.r.-ab's forty-five year sentence federal's a message to
al-mahdi con, them bitches ain't respect a dude, his rest on snooze
I press unleaded gas to move, under my feet grounds barely moved
mrs. mary smith is accessible to me? that's barely news
gods asleep until my god's up-to-speed with me the living word
the f.o.p.'s safety net shredded, dead police infest the earth
to cop pleas to me is after-the-fact, demons working with me
from his jail cell awaiting trial for murder, cousin tee sent him...

[ChristO]

...I showed me and my god's zoo-woo biddy rap video to me'
I sewed seeds of my harvest years-on-end, bank's rich enough to reap
taught fredo corleones how to fish, carcasses stink up the reefs
lucyano wanted names of who got mob manuals from me
once me and c8usin sha' begin managing this war between vs
my threads cut from a cloth panick-attacking once-dormant readers
being I'm ain't-I-christ, the riddle in my name won't mislead you
since born and raised with killers riddling my frame cold to seize 'em
what remains of me is beyond insanity, disciplined in
walking straight to lucyfer's chastity 'gainst my dick I fit in
I hardly gave a fuck that I ain't fit in, fillies still bitches
to me, though I evidently know first-hand philly's real killas
the cold word is it's a code world, 33 degree masonry
I been thawing, it's my own word heard, caesar's know where safe from me...

[ChristO]

...ironic how the spotlight turn on stephen jackson, this same time
last year advocating for his slain brother george, now kwame's riled
memorial day, one hundred years ago the gap bombed to splints
the water boy, aqua boogied-out, atlantis to my defense
alfamega was signed to versatile, chaka still push the gear
out his car trunk, my god awestruck how my mama's love pushed her here
directly to me to cum together, gods gon' answer for this
fillies cancelled for this, d8anne can wrangle my wang with her fists
the lo'op covered for me, postmortem opp's the cover stories
fillies/fem8les orgasm me to birth, make no trouble for me
the c-section scar keloided mimah's abdomen, had to been
some drug-induced shit, I was blood-transfusioned, r-h factor ish
the mms closing on smm, 13X close on the BX
my brother ken' gave me the heads-up, my wardrobe clothes-up the ends
that 61 bus I boarded through strawberry mansion where con
went to school at, where they do that found-missing shit? answer: where I'm
coming from....

[ChristO]

...l8lita, suck my dick in public, and don't try to change the subject
I don't like you bitch for nothing, I'm a' dog you, pain I subject
you to, can you take and love it, I ain't the one wasting a word
the agents I crossed out today to save the world? lame and absurd
what they done did to spark city riots all over the u.s.
instead of taking the ass whipping they deserve, hoping you just
coon to it 'til your nigger deaths, and zionist imposters can
assume our identities? negative, they die with forks in 'em
I manage to avoid doctors, my stamina is more charged up
I heard george soros mentioned, then seen how provocateurs spark up
that was at 14 seconds left, l8lita, we gon' seal their fates
every taste test we perform on each other, we're the meals we eat
you report directly to me, your every thought centered on me
if I wanted, be custom made how I want to enter you deep
put half of my body in you, seal the fates of my enemies
peel the face off my nemesis, in my place u could never breathe...

[ChristO]

...does it finally sink in where you know me from, the eye gaze you give me's
unbroken concentration 'til you feel me inside your ribcage
I'm approximately a whole 6 feet in height, can you oblige
and be the creek I swim in, eager to work like we need a job
you lost me once, you found me now, my mom's asleep, you'll slob me down
because it's war, the bloods should be rushing now to my well-endowed
you're not a whore, but you cannot describe in words feeling for me
deeply and strong, no inhibition kept from me, keep me cumming
I leak from you, you suck it up, I keep pumping, you cum so much
you quench my thirst and moisturize my skin, loving me is no bluff
I make myself presentable to you, every muscle for you
and layer my coconut custard on your cakes, soak you soiled...

[ChristO]

...exacty, israel wanted to take my drill from me, some real funny
shit, in the same respect that the christ bearer dude cut off his dick
I'm walking around with a strong limp, my erection not present
how many bitches I done tried to split, can't get it up, stressing
feeling like christ bearer dude myself, wanted to yank my dick off
I'm ain't-I-christ, ain't question myself 'cause I'm good, I don't get off
on being something that I ain't, was thrown head-on in those realms strong
you'd be dead-wrong to think I'm on some fairy-tale shit, I'm head-strong
so if I say "reserect my dick" it's because I'm in-demand
and your bitch seeing my dick stand before you witness who I am
israel keeping his lips clamped about the business I'm a' book
5 seconds left, the cristobal shows u.s. where you never looked
in my direction, the storm steadily grows until all are soaked
and the u.s. trump'd courtesy of me, duck sauce have donald stoked
saint agnes bore the christ as a He'll spawn, no regular male born
shoulda' gone postal from the hail storm, epithets I won't wear one
demeaning my demeanor to rouse more than a misdemeanor
I am the household cleaner, forensics are not meant to scene me...

[ChristO]

...this a year in advance posted, the rain leaving the grass smoking
my god thinking the con's joking, I'm just shaking my head nope'ing
fillies/b8tches was outspoken, introduce me, they're unspoken
the mmers an s.p. tradition, the black inc.'s what I wrote in
bul had the "mansion" shirt on roaming, the con was at-times roman
parameters I scoped when I know bloods been trying out vocals
my god's thinking without thinking, homicides jot from my inkpens
just because I am tzu-wu doesn't mean bloods what I'm gon' let live
my god wanted to dismiss the con to the land of make-believe
when lucy release the fem8les to me, my god will pray to me
chalucci be a dog on a leash, I'm his owner, say to me
some dumb shit, and your tongue twist to a necktie, rewind, play, repeat...

[ChristO]

...is c8nco in-sync though with me the 5.00 per 0.01, my line direct
my time but where I find the strength to reserect am I convinced
before trying my confidence to pry her lips from mouth to hips
is she sticking with my finesse, our fitness bound to now caress
fillies/black b8tches cum en-concert now to my delivery
I'm gay' not a homo, I don't speak same as other niggas speak
the certain psych op's for my cyclops to impale my lovers' needs
got bloods scrambling for their lives to cop pleas for my lust to cease
all-the-while that energy been belonged to me, no love from me
who gon' scrub the streets from their chunks of meat, they had no love for me
money paid in-full on my books is my decree, no slob could see
the danger increase beyond squares and cubes since I was not relieved
of my tourniquet for a millisecond, no ear would listen
when my cotton swab's in a bitch direction, your fears are pressing
bloods should be rushing to my dick without question, my c8usins now
in line for me to bludgeon, plow, and gut 'em down, the bloods shit cows...

[ChristO]

...the zoo-woo videos posted on the tube, sunrise at zion
and bloods gotta' pay to play by my house rules, unwise to try mine
fillies no bloods city, my god will be convinced I'm not bluffing
my dog I been walking down since I was three, on my own hunting
the black brothers inc., so that nothing sings, I confiscate masters
and club harlem remained without one witness statement tape captured
easter sunday seventy-two, five days before bumpy johnson
sealed G.O.D. on the black mafia, these unlucky mobsters
since fillies been discouraged to engage me on any level
ninety-six I broke my name down as ain't-I-christ, many devils
dispatched from the freemasons to schizz' me out since I ain't pay dues
for me to find out two many times with my own life I paid dues
in my own bloods shed showing up at chali con's door, I'm implored
by this nigga to clean the mess made, as long as I'm self-employed
my calling card is the 5 dollar bill and every penny coined
I'm putting pontius pilate back in office, u.s. ain't let off
the hook, this isn't catch-and-release, triple-sex brand on the beast
thinking the females safeguarding him from me's his answer to me
tearing a new anus in him as the portal to where he's flushed
and flabbergasted, giving up fillies/b8tches to me's a must...

[ChristO]

...I'm regulating my bloods circulation, my body's ancient
I resonate as my gods' occupation, earths ovulating
my nation birthed, my days on earths should stop the hate but not the nurse
from nurturing my thirst, nipples in areolas burst, I burp
I'm born to my own people, china breaks with our meals on its plates
I'm born as my own evil I've been faced with to seal all ya' fates
o.d.b. knows about philly, rhymes good as a tastykake bake
but wu't u know about me when I showed up to raise the stakes raised
kensington's been the prime example of the hole ripped in the air
but there o.d.'s been running rampant since '80s, prince of the air's
been embraced by the black mafia, j.b.m. and r.a.m.
as I rose to book my murderers, no omerta stall saved them
I scene too many signs, secrets secrete, so don't sweat around me
realizing since my first day back home that I allone found me...

[ChristO]

...as mimah completes her tiger portrait, china's holocaustic
u.s. ain't in control of its fauci't, I knock off its forfeits
the black whole is a brand between vs u can't enter nor exit
as I walk with my god, I'm walking my dog where there's no exits
the masjid in queens he prayed in, q33ny's plane and simple, fillies
shoulda' been saught me to pay me, these arrangements slipped you yearly
three hundred sixty seconds now to judgment, u can't run from it
between vs vesey and church streets been subject to land from rumbling
from rubble u done tried to merge vs, I'm not with the fraudulence
and only I allone can make the profit beyond marginal...

[ChristO]

...we are the handfuls of seeds grown out of fillies dirt, lineage
to 5K, what constitutes a tight-knit's as the bloods spilled, allege
my cold-casers to have done it, I tell no lie when confronted
and when man's law can do nothing about me, that's when you wonder
why I haven't been paid yet, the eternal debt is owed to me
now knowing what my payne's been, I was last scene in new yolk's city
I wasn't playing dead when fillies seen through me, the window pane
ricocheted brick each bullet chipped in shoot-outs between negro slaves
I gambled u think murdering rosaro at the pump station
at california road in richland bucks county, the stunt blatant
when summer sets, I rise in the fall, the garden state's on my way
to the heavins I sieze, nero caesar's sweat pans to coastal rain
translates to fem8les soaking wet for me 'til panties wash away
al-mahdi wants this thing between vs, timebomb's to watch what you say...

[ChristO]

...how long has it been, what you thought, how long can I be, what you want
the alarm's sounding has me at attention 'til she cums to want
to find who I am to her, my god thought he commanded respect
my dog picked up the bitches' distress, what I want cancels his checks
now, can she answer the quest, my hammer impress her candy lips
my uncle's demons fighting double-murder 'til my slabs a stiff
napolean's neopolitan-ice-cream soft when dastardly
summoning me up, I'm no crash dummy, strawberry daiquiry
moon visible last week, my god berated strawberry mansion
yesterday, had my dog showing up on his block gerrymandering
for the mmers, the heatwave is the summer, poundside's a popped tart
me and mines strictly on fillies timeline like qur'an and pop art
bill cosby's free of charges and back home, now what kind of con art
is philly's nbc channels 3-to-10 sentence to brine pork
mr. and mrs. smith's the movie demons got into guns with
the birthday g8rl is sneaking from her dream to realize my gun's thick...

[ChristO]

...from 1259's what bonsall to 1520 sedgewick ave.
from morris street to morris heights, from south philly to where u at
my yellow sunshine family contributed to b-boy dance
my ghetto's fun times sandwiched in with hard knocks schooling deep on bands
of brothers and sororities, the family's been all tested
with every microphone checked, pupils dialate in dark settings
my brother rasheed spearheaded philly gospel rap's endeavor
his brother kash is a reknowned playwrite, knowledge that won't let up
about the source, my origin nation, their brother don ruff is
my counselor, their cousin desmond's pushing clothes the times up in
labreah and ian's photography services get business
yaseen studying orthodontistry to service past the lips
his brother latif fighting demons, I'm a' ride that road with him
the brother ahkim's chess underworld movie theme's the momentum
r.i.p. to my ole'head skeets and to his brother mighty mick
their sons, daughters, nephews, nieces and so on love me like I'm kin
and a salute to brother tone luv from the tuff crew hall of fame
first met him in west oaklane, one of skeets' sons, cruised the cost of fame...