Capital Tax Styles I Manifest Lyrics

Styles I Manifest Lyrics

[TMD]



I bust the devestatin rhymes like a sumo flex



to put the crook in your neck, so be glad you met, the vet



who's set, to explode into the next mode



No time to be scared, just time to get prepared



for the fly verses I be kickin chattin through the speaker



And keepin my grip, like sneakers for the weaker



as I be gettin vicious and malicious for the suckers



Cause they be like scrumptious... MMMMM...



like snacks, for the cats that be starvin



And I'll be gettin it on like Marvin, so I beg your pardon



for the moment, as I be gettin suave like shavin cream



Then scream, but keep my balance standin on the beam



As if a gymnast, I'm in this



Flippin the tracks, for the wack, who need a smack, and all that



stuff cause I'm out to kick the rough



porcupine-backed raps, that have ya hot like the claps



But there's no cure, see I'm the conniseur



I'm pure like the coke like they snortin



and indeed this is important for the restless,



no more I can like stress



Get a load of this.. yo.. the styles I manifest







	Styles I manifest







Now it's my turn, so listen and learn as I proceed



The microphone is mine so it's time to make it bleed



Feed me bread and wanted to watch me grow like a seed



but if you pull a gun then I would flee (see-ya)



But until then, I'll break wind, excuse me



Fan it with my hand so I can execute the plan



Number two on the roster, deadly like the third rail



and rhymes that I say now make my old ones like sound stale



Oh well I can tell, it's swell



Flowin like melted snow runnin down the hill



Headed for the gutter but I'm slick like butter



And mom's is my girlfriend, and no I didn't stutter



(so whattup?) So whattup with the styles I manifest



I switch em up like needle trains



Stay on top of things and come sharp like razor blades



And never come the same as the last one



And you can ask em (why?) cause I'ma surpass em



with the styles I manifest







	Styles I manifest



Yeah, the styles I manifest, uhh



Yeah, ya don't stop..



Yeah, uhh



C'mon.. c'mon.. and ya don't stop..



Check..



And ya don't quit.. hey..



C'mon.. hey.. hey..



Check it out







The styles I manifest (yo the styles you manifest)



Comin crazy fat like the breasts upon your chest



To girls I be referrin, cause ducks get the cumsack



Ridin upon my jock as if I was on a horseback



Ride up the trail, gettin tipsy off the ale



I feel kinda swale so it's time to tip the scale



So I shall uplift this, cause rhymin is terrific



And if I get specific, my talent is like - gifted



as if the late Miles Davis or the great Sammy



Cause I be droppin that dope hip-hop, yo understand me



Once knew a skeezer by the name her name was Tammy



But didn't chill too long cause this hoe she wanted dough



So off I went, cause no money's gettin spent



or lint like loansharks be doin, cause I was out pursuin



rap stardom with the styles I manifestin



I keep ya steadily guessin, cause yo nevertheless when



I speak upon the metal piece, I gets my props



Feds are the cops so I bounce like shots



The bass drum be givin it juice like a tomato



Cause "Nothin Compares 2 U" which is me, ask Sinead O', Connor



Cause I'ma, much more different person here to stress



(whassup) the styles I manifest







Yeah, the styles I manifest



The styles I manifest



The styles I manifest



Check it out, the styles I manifest







{*ad libs*