MANIFESTO歌词
作词 : Tyler Okonma
作曲 : Tyler Okonma
Lil' white bitch gon' say
"You need to say something about that"
"You need to say some 'bout black—"
Bitch suck my—
Yeah
Go Tom!
That ain't in your religion, you just followin' your mama
She followed your granny, she obey master
Did y'all even ask her?
Questions, it's holes in them stories
Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah I'm bold with the message
I know I ain't got the answer, but I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all, just to be a dancer
I'ma groove to my own drums
Sunlight in my shadow, baby
Move 'til my soul comes
Let them serpents rattle, baby
Crackin' light, broke porcelain, bitch
We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit
Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit
I had to reevaluate what was important and shit
Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness
If I see peace, I'm like a fiend, uh, gotta have it
Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in
How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?
Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type
Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right
What the ****?
I'm tappin' the matrix, I'm back and they hated
I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig?
Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement
I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)
(On god, now)
I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious
V12 engine, I'm fishtailing on some sloppy shit
Internet ringin', no lyrics up, like I hide this shit
What's your address, I could probably send you a copy, bitch
I was cancelled before cancelled was with Twitter fingers
Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger
I was a teener, tweetin' Selena
Crazy shit I didn't want to offend her
Apologize when I seen her
Back when I was tryna **** Bieber, Just-in
I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (Say it with your chest, nigga)
Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this
Hit some protester, retweeted positive messages
Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace
I'm probably a coon, and your standard's based on this evidence
Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough?
I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud
I feel like anything I say, dog, I'm screwin' shit up (Sorry)
So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want
Freedom, need 'em
My niggas, seen 'em
Free 'em
Don't **** with the law like, damn, Gina
So calm the **** down before we duck rounds
And fireballs that make your family have to duck the **** down
We frontline, we got the mazel tov that we can chuck now
'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "What the **** now"
They playin' games
We strappin' up, we cockin' aim (Yeah)
We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
We done with pain and the grievin'
Niggas is done with the peace
Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed
I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me
So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans
But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan
Scott!
Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
You know, with the T.I. lean
Y'all fake mad
Catch up, niggas
Gettin' y'all identity, huh?
Gangsta Grillz!
Go get a ****in' hobby
Shit
Ain't nobody perfect
Well, at least y'all ain't, hah
作曲 : Tyler Okonma
Lil' white bitch gon' say
"You need to say something about that"
"You need to say some 'bout black—"
Bitch suck my—
Yeah
Go Tom!
That ain't in your religion, you just followin' your mama
She followed your granny, she obey master
Did y'all even ask her?
Questions, it's holes in them stories
Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah I'm bold with the message
I know I ain't got the answer, but I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all, just to be a dancer
I'ma groove to my own drums
Sunlight in my shadow, baby
Move 'til my soul comes
Let them serpents rattle, baby
Crackin' light, broke porcelain, bitch
We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit
Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit
I had to reevaluate what was important and shit
Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness
If I see peace, I'm like a fiend, uh, gotta have it
Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in
How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?
Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type
Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right
What the ****?
I'm tappin' the matrix, I'm back and they hated
I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig?
Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement
I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)
(On god, now)
I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious
V12 engine, I'm fishtailing on some sloppy shit
Internet ringin', no lyrics up, like I hide this shit
What's your address, I could probably send you a copy, bitch
I was cancelled before cancelled was with Twitter fingers
Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger
I was a teener, tweetin' Selena
Crazy shit I didn't want to offend her
Apologize when I seen her
Back when I was tryna **** Bieber, Just-in
I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (Say it with your chest, nigga)
Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this
Hit some protester, retweeted positive messages
Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace
I'm probably a coon, and your standard's based on this evidence
Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough?
I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud
I feel like anything I say, dog, I'm screwin' shit up (Sorry)
So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want
Freedom, need 'em
My niggas, seen 'em
Free 'em
Don't **** with the law like, damn, Gina
So calm the **** down before we duck rounds
And fireballs that make your family have to duck the **** down
We frontline, we got the mazel tov that we can chuck now
'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "What the **** now"
They playin' games
We strappin' up, we cockin' aim (Yeah)
We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
We done with pain and the grievin'
Niggas is done with the peace
Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed
I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me
So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans
But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan
Scott!
Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
You know, with the T.I. lean
Y'all fake mad
Catch up, niggas
Gettin' y'all identity, huh?
Gangsta Grillz!
Go get a ****in' hobby
Shit
Ain't nobody perfect
Well, at least y'all ain't, hah
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