Manifesto Lyrics

Manifesto lyrics

Manifesto this is what we want to see happen
for my peoples still breakin
graf writin and rappin
I rock the mic right and exact my life's my
sacrifice
Take my mic and I'm like a Chinese man with no rice
Oh yeah we
flippin through the pages of time to find design
Like Vaseline on the faces
of Black Georgia we shinin
Deeper than petroleum jelly we in the air like
conversations
on celly and just appear like stretch marks on
bellies
after givin birth you had to let go, you playin for life
The
Manifesto, here comes the beat because I said so keep pushin
I got the
cushion for the seat of your soul
Back in the day they stole our smile, so
we clothe our teeth in gold
and we frontin, from nigga to kid, to Son of
God
It's wild dependin on labels for man woman and child
My style just
is, all that's seen and all that's heard
God gave us music so we play with
our words
So when Tek be in constant meditation like a monk
while Kweli
speaks in tongues to get your intellect drunk
yo we bound to take over the
90% of your brain that you ain't usin
To us it's life or death we keep you
chosin

Every shook eye ain't seen, every goodbye ain't gone
Ain't no
rest for the weary yo forever it's on
The Manifesto, establishes a hip-hop
order
Movin upon the face of the water, like Reflections

Aiyyo all
the real MC's can meet me outside
So we can decide how we gonna change the
tide
like the moon we on the Earth takin a ride around the Sun
Now Son we
only just begun, and the journey's far from done
We all miss you, what your
brain gone fishin like Walter Mosley?
There's an MC that can hold me,
supposedly?
No one could come close to me, only, the family really know
me
Hip-Hop's last hope like Obi Wan Kenobi
Through your television I'm
shinin light like a train
Comin out like earthworms when it rains, bringin
it
like the C.I.A. be bringin in crack cocaine bailin out of planes
with
the George Bush connections, I push Reflection
like I'm sellin izm, like a
dealer buildin the system
Supply and the demand it's all
capitalism
Niggaz don't sell crack cause they like to see blacks
smoke
Niggaz sell crack cause they broke, my battle lyrics
get concious
minds provoked and ghetto passes revoked
cause we surrounded by the evil,
you know that the people's minds
is feeble they believe in it, even if it
don't make sense
This makin dollars shit, don't take a scholar to
see
what's goin on around you, either you widdit or you ain't
is what it comes
down to, have you forgotten?
We pickin 100% designer name brand
cotton
They still plottin, my Third Eye is steady watchin

Every shook
eye ain't seen, every goodbye ain't gone
Ain't no rest for the weary yo
forever it's on
The Manifesto, establishes a hip-hop order
Movin upon the
face of the water, like Reflections

(Yeah see that's what I'm talkin
about, it be the slaughter man
We need to break it down because these
heads
they don't know what they talkin about
Frontin all this nonsense,
yo break it down)

From open mics to solutions I got a collage of
answers
and a ten point program, just like the Black Panthers
One: First
respect yourself as an artist
If you don't respect yourself then your rhymes
is garbage
Two: Make sure your crew is as tight as you
cause when them
niggaz fallin off they gonna bring you down too
Three: Understand the
meaning of MC
The power to Move the Crowd like Moses split the seas
Four:
Know your shit and don't ever be blunted
If you don't know what your words
mean then your rhymes mean nothin
Five: Kick facts in the raps, and curse
with clarity
What's a curse when language is immersed in vulgarity
Six:
We gonna fix industrial poli-tricks
Shit they made an artform out of ridin
dicks
Seven: We soldiers for God needin new recruits
So if you rhymin for
the loot then youse a prostitute
but Eight: Acknowledge that you need food on
your plate
In order to say your grace make sure your business is
straight
Nine: We buildin black minds with intelligence
and when you
freestyle, keep the subject matter relevant
Ten: Every MC grab a pen
and
write some concious lyrics to tell the children
I'll say it again, every MC
find you a pen
And drop some concious shit for our children
The
Manifesto!