| Keep it cool and all but just don’t
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| Move too fast tryna catch the vibe, I mean I won’t
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| I’m a motherfuckin' monster boy, a living nightmare
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| Seen in your dreams, I give 'em night terrors
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| off a coke and cold one
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| Coltrane rips that I catch like smooth jazz
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| First draft round pick, a maverick like Steve Nash
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| Amass the master plan, I pass the gas, the pack of woods that I roll up, up
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| What a beautiful view from this elevation
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| I’ma light up a few for this meditation
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| Lemme do what I do, it’s just recreation
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| My endless imagination
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| Spectacular, bizarre, I’m not crazy
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| Hallucinating, Hallelujah
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| Never too much, to life
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| Look I’ma teach 'em all the steps, my nigga 1,2
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| Young Sun Tzu with a plan if it fall through
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| The backup sturdy, now we back up early
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| Tryna get it by any means that I can, nigga, nigga
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| Fuck you think I ain’t hip to it
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| Still enslaved by this sick music
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| My distorted vision is a bit clueless
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| A contortionist the way I twist the words
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| Dr. Kevorkian, I’m here to end it first
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| This ain’t a price verse, call it a consultation
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| Man I ain’t no star, I’m a constellation
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| Too high for you to ever fathom
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| Out in Never Never Land, I’m feeling fine
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| What the world…
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| Is about to feel…
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| Something…
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| That it’s never felt before…
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| What the world…
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| Is about to feel…
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| Something…
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| That it’s never felt before…
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| What the world…
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| Is about to feel…
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| Something…
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| That it’s never felt before…
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| What the world…
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| Is about to feel…
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| You heard the specifics of this
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| I’m not Meyer Lansky, my beginning’s humble
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| Lion to a gazelle, you a dime a dozen
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| Push it forward like Rondo, I’m pretty passive
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| Pensive penmanship penetrates
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| In the fashion that you niggas rapping like an inner race
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| I lapped 'em all while you sleep was like, hoe
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| I’m in too deep
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| Can’t fuck with a nigga that is mentally
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| Leaps and bounds above clowns, the high ground
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| Do this with my eyes closed and my hands tied
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| Run and gun, I grab the pad and spit it like a drive-by
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| Never mind what you speaking
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| Awake when you sleeping
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| Awaken the beast inside they can’t contain
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| Faced with the facts and all, I can’t complain
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| Came with the flow, it’s strange and not mundane, you get it
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| Red cup full of gin with some juice in it
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| I can see the signs in the sky nigga, Bruce Wayne
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| You a sad soul motherfucker nigga, Bruce Jenner
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| Transgender, confused, rapper with a complex
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| Put 'em in a dress on the front page of Complex
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| Tryna keep it all in context
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| Fuck a rat race, in a contest, nigga who next?
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| Tryna pay last month rent, too stressed
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| So broke, I’ma take from Unicef
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| Solo, never need nobody else to do this shit
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| So dope, you can feel the energy relayed
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| Look, now tell them motherfuckers listen
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| I’m one of one, Isaiah Thomas, Pistons
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| A Bill Laimbeer to all my competition
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| I check, assess then wreck the composition
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| What the world…
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| Is about to feel…
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| Something…
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| That it’s never felt before…
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| What the world…
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| Is about to feel…
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| Something…
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| That it’s never felt before…
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| What the world…
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| Is about to feel… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manifesto, artist - K.A.A.N.. Album song All Praise Is Due, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп