Manifesto, this is we want to see happen For my still breakin' graf writin' and rappin' I the mic right and exact, my life's my sacrifice Take my mic and I'm like a man with no rice
Oh yeah, we flippin' through the of time to find design Like Vaseline on the of Black Georgia We shinin' than petroleum jelly We in the air like conversations on And appear like stretch marks on bellies
After givin' birth you had to let go, you playin' for The Manifesto, here comes the I said so keep pushin'
I got the for the seat of your soul in the day they stole our smile So we clothe our in gold
And we frontin', nigga to kid, to Son of God wild dependin' on labels for man, woman and child My just is all that's seen and all that's heard God gave us so we play with our words
So when Tek be in constant meditation a monk While Kweli speaks in tongues to get intellect drunk Yo, we bound to take over the 90% of your brain that you ain't To us it's life or death, we you chosin'
Every shook eye ain't seen, every ain't gone Ain't no rest for the weary yo, forever on The Manifesto, a hip-hop order Movin' upon the face of the like reflections
all the real MC's can meet me outside So we can decide how we gonna the tide Like the moon we on the earth takin' a around the sun Now son, we only just begun and the journey's far done
We all miss you, what your brain gone fishin' Walter Mosley? There's an MC can hold me, supposedly? No one could come close to me, only the really know me Hip-hop's last hope like Obi Wan
Through your television I'm shinin' light a train Comin out earthworms when it rains Bringin' it the C.I.A. be bringin' in crack Cocaine bailin' out of
With the George Bush connections, I push Like I'm sellin' izm like a buildin' the system and the demand it's all capitalism
Niggaz don't sell 'cause they like to see blacks smoke Niggaz sell 'cause they broke My battle lyrics get conscious provoked And ghetto revoked
'Cause we surrounded by the You know that the minds is feeble They in it Even if it don't make sense, this dollars shit,
Don't take a scholar to see what's goin' on you Either you widdit or you is what it comes down to Have you forgotten we pickin' 100% designer name brand They still plottin', my eye is steady watchin'
Every shook eye ain't seen, every ain't gone Ain't no for the weary yo forever it's on The Manifesto, a hip-hop order Movin' upon the face of the like reflections
Yeah, see that's what I'm about, it be the slaughter, man We need to break it down because heads They don't know what talkin' about Frontin' all this nonsense, yo, it down
From open mics to solutions, I got a of answers And a ten point just like the Black Panthers One, first yourself as an artist If you don't respect yourself then your is garbage
Two, make sure crew is as tight as you 'Cause when them niggaz off, they gonna bring you down too Three, understand the of MC The power to the crowd like Moses split the seas
Four, know your shit and don't be blunted If you don't know what your words mean then your mean nothin' Five, kick facts in the raps and with clarity What's a curse language is immersed in vulgarity
Six, we gonna fix politricks Shit, they made an art out of ridin' dicks Seven, we soldiers for God needin' new So if you rhymin' for the then you's a prostitute
But eight, acknowledge that you food on your plate In order to say your grace make sure business is straight Nine, we buildin' black minds with And when you freestyle, the subject matter relevant
Ten, MC grab a pen And write some conscious to tell the children I'll say it again, every MC you a pen And some conscious shit for our children
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