the mansion mafia

[ChristO]

....my bro' kenny warned them bronx niggas beforehand, not in shorthand
clear as distilled dihydrogen monoxide, we not the buls playin'
could care less the size of ya' housing projects or the tenements
I do my work allone, philly ain't have to back my sentiments
it ain't mind control, it's brotherly love spelled in that acronym
when I ring ya' souls of my people's inheritence, that's your ends
I ain't for cheap-talk, I ain't for small-talk, I ain't for all the rap
once I capitalize when the bloods sheds between vs, all the cap
poppi wanted to double-down on's all for laughs, but all agasp
when witness to his body's organs splashing 'til a pulpy mass
who got the juice now, the-fuck outta' here, I been solidified
I can manage' both the mum and the mmm, their vibe's been signified
however much brotherly love got bloods stuck, I'm not the lame duck's
been how I trained vs, whatever you're used to, we're not the same bunch
so look, as I put the lid back on campbell's soup, will campbell still
be looking for hip-hop's murderers, yeah, africa bam ain't spared...