Manifesto
Ay, huh, keep it cool and all but just don't
Move too fast, tryna catch the vibe, I mean I won't
I'm a motherfuckin' monster boy, your living nightmare
Seen in your dreams, I give 'em night terrors
Monster Kody off of coke and a cold one
Coltrane rips that I catch like smooth jazz
First round draft pick, a maverick like Steve Nash
Amass the master plan, I pass the gas
The pack of woods that I roll up, up
What a beautiful view from this elevation
I'ma light up a few for this meditation
Lemme do what I do, it's just recreation
My endless imagination
Spectacular, bizarre, I'm not crazy
Hallucinating, Hallelujah
Never too much, to life
Look I'ma teach 'em all the steps, my nigga one, two
Young Sun Tzu with a plan if it fall through
The backup sturdy, now we back up early
Tryna get it by any means that I can, nigga, nigga
Fuck you think I ain't hip to it
Still enslaved by this sick music
My distorted vision is a bit clueless
A contortionist the way I twist the words
Dr. Kevorkian, I'm here to end it first
This ain't a price verse, call it a consultation
Man I ain't no star, I'm a constellation
Too high for you to ever fathom
Out in Never Never Land, I'm feeling fine
Ay, what the world, what the world
Is about to feel, is about to feel
Something, something
That it's never felt before, before
What the world, world
Is about to feel, feel
Something, something
That it's never felt before, before
What the world, what the world
Is about to feel
Huh, ay, you heard the specifics of this
I'm not Meyer Lansky, my beginning's humble
Lion to a gazelle, you a dime a dozen
Push it forward like Rondo, I'm pretty passive
Pensive penmanship penetrates
In the fashion that you niggas rapping like an inner race
I lapped 'em all while you sleep was like, hoe
I'm in too deep
Can't fuck with a nigga that is mentally
Leaps and bounds above clowns, the high ground
Do this with my eyes closed and my hands tied
Run and gun, I grab the pad and spit it like a drive-by
Never mind what you speaking
Awake when you sleeping
Awaken the beast inside they can't contain
Faced with the facts and all, I can't complain
Came with the flow, it's strange and not mundane, you get it
Red cup full of gin with some juice in it
I can see the signs in the sky nigga, Bruce Wayne
You a sad soul motherfucker nigga, Bruce Jenner
Transgender, confused, rapper with a complex
Put 'em in a dress on the front page of Complex
Tryna keep it all in context
Fuck a rat race, in a contest, nigga who next?
Tryna pay last month rent, too stressed
So broke, I'ma take advantage from Unicef
Solo, never need nobody else to do this shit
So dope, you can feel the energy relayed
Look, now tell them motherfuckers listen
I'm one of one, Isaiah Thomas, Pistons
A Bill Laimbeer to all my competition
I check, assess then wreck the composition
What the world, what the world
Is about to feel, is about to feel
Something, something
That it's never felt before, before
What the world, the world
Is about to feel, feel
Something, something
That it's never felt before, before
What the world
Is about to feel, is about to feel...
Boy, I think it's strange
These times, these times are changing
Faster than you know
All that we do should clearly show
Move too fast, tryna catch the vibe, I mean I won't
I'm a motherfuckin' monster boy, your living nightmare
Seen in your dreams, I give 'em night terrors
Monster Kody off of coke and a cold one
Coltrane rips that I catch like smooth jazz
First round draft pick, a maverick like Steve Nash
Amass the master plan, I pass the gas
The pack of woods that I roll up, up
What a beautiful view from this elevation
I'ma light up a few for this meditation
Lemme do what I do, it's just recreation
My endless imagination
Spectacular, bizarre, I'm not crazy
Hallucinating, Hallelujah
Never too much, to life
Look I'ma teach 'em all the steps, my nigga one, two
Young Sun Tzu with a plan if it fall through
The backup sturdy, now we back up early
Tryna get it by any means that I can, nigga, nigga
Fuck you think I ain't hip to it
Still enslaved by this sick music
My distorted vision is a bit clueless
A contortionist the way I twist the words
Dr. Kevorkian, I'm here to end it first
This ain't a price verse, call it a consultation
Man I ain't no star, I'm a constellation
Too high for you to ever fathom
Out in Never Never Land, I'm feeling fine
Ay, what the world, what the world
Is about to feel, is about to feel
Something, something
That it's never felt before, before
What the world, world
Is about to feel, feel
Something, something
That it's never felt before, before
What the world, what the world
Is about to feel
Huh, ay, you heard the specifics of this
I'm not Meyer Lansky, my beginning's humble
Lion to a gazelle, you a dime a dozen
Push it forward like Rondo, I'm pretty passive
Pensive penmanship penetrates
In the fashion that you niggas rapping like an inner race
I lapped 'em all while you sleep was like, hoe
I'm in too deep
Can't fuck with a nigga that is mentally
Leaps and bounds above clowns, the high ground
Do this with my eyes closed and my hands tied
Run and gun, I grab the pad and spit it like a drive-by
Never mind what you speaking
Awake when you sleeping
Awaken the beast inside they can't contain
Faced with the facts and all, I can't complain
Came with the flow, it's strange and not mundane, you get it
Red cup full of gin with some juice in it
I can see the signs in the sky nigga, Bruce Wayne
You a sad soul motherfucker nigga, Bruce Jenner
Transgender, confused, rapper with a complex
Put 'em in a dress on the front page of Complex
Tryna keep it all in context
Fuck a rat race, in a contest, nigga who next?
Tryna pay last month rent, too stressed
So broke, I'ma take advantage from Unicef
Solo, never need nobody else to do this shit
So dope, you can feel the energy relayed
Look, now tell them motherfuckers listen
I'm one of one, Isaiah Thomas, Pistons
A Bill Laimbeer to all my competition
I check, assess then wreck the composition
What the world, what the world
Is about to feel, is about to feel
Something, something
That it's never felt before, before
What the world, the world
Is about to feel, feel
Something, something
That it's never felt before, before
What the world
Is about to feel, is about to feel...
Boy, I think it's strange
These times, these times are changing
Faster than you know
All that we do should clearly show
Credits
Writer(s): David Preece, Adam James William Sadler, Andrew John Major, Michael John Ball, Christopher Dominic Edge, Andrew John David, Gregory Thomas Johnston, Ayn Robbins, Bill Conti, John Edward Rutledge, Rhys William Joseph Hutchings, Carol Connors, Jerrold Immel
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