Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manilla, artist - Lupe Fiasco. Album song DROGAS WAVE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Record label: 1st and 15th, Thirty Tigers
Song language: English
Manilla |
We are a people who have historically been on the verge on extinction |
Freeway |
We have been at many times, under much stress |
Since being brought into this country |
On many, many slave ships |
Preparations, reparations from segregation |
Genius at Genesis, master system SEGAs |
Punjabi mommy, dissecting Vedas on Sepulveda |
Anointed players who coin phrases, that’s metal paper |
Level layers, several shades of grey, submission for it |
MILF lover under silk covers who kiss her horses |
Pilates central to preservin' the body temple |
Jazz classics combatin' the fattest ass, status |
Quotient; |
my potions soakin' like boats in oceans |
Motion sickness, I overdid all my finesse pack |
Multidecker, new refreshment, lesson from jet snacks |
My momma wisdom, my competition is setbacks |
Jetlaggin', very swaggered and my Jordans dirty |
AMG performance, my foreign don’t show no mercy |
Mere products, objects, meaningless to the over-standards |
Contemplatin' with industralists and social planners |
Manillas! |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us God said |
Life’s work, overseeing the Five Classics |
You can accomplish anything if you survive blackness |
Sober living, Kosher kitchen, and co-defendants |
Soda sippin', the soca rhythms, and global vision |
Fear no verdict, but I feel allergic to local prisons |
My new resurgence, a due return into socialism |
Youth moves pay dividends as an old man |
Snake-headed Mayan goddess body with gold hands |
Father sins, send his twins into the underworld |
Though legendary, I weapon carry for same goals |
My February’s is necessary to save souls |
Epilepsy diamonds flicker foolish on the cuff wrist |
Do my duty to be useless to the fuck shit |
Manufacture finished goods to service local needs |
Dashboards lack the means to show my total speeds |
Fast forward floors forge orchids to golden me |
Construct the future with thirty bars |
Long tenures, I’m returning home to thirty cars |
Jasmine necklace from a poor woman on Hindu streets |
I gave her Rupees, she gave me beauty, I temple creep |
Manillas |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us God said |
Roman logic, Greek prophets, and add tutors |
Be more young’ns, they 12 o’clock, and then jump the scooters |
Through entertainment, I end the training to run the future |
In time check off my checkouts, too much for your computers |
Chakra waves, singin' boats, stirring up Dalai Lama |
Creation, step in my mental selection Bobby Konders |
Nightmare women, dream girls, and body monsters |
Don’t confuse my tempation battles for batty mantras |
Sole pilot til' my reputation is bodhisattva |
Worked the Boticelli saw Venus in this topless opera |
Lost the combination need security to come and pop-a-lock'a |
Still no drinkin', just bought this champagne here to wash this vodka |
Punk band merchandise patches on leather coats |
Tell you tales of illegal sales by fedded boats |
Swallowed by waves, the hollow graves, they’ll never float |
Sunken ships carried slaves, tokens to western coasts |
Manillas |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us |
Don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us God said |
Copper alloy bracelet forms were recognized and used as currency |
For transactions in the 15th century to the mid 20th century |
Their metal content varied from copper to brass |
Most manilla were manufactured in England or France |
And like trade beads, were used for trade with Africa |
The local chiefs on the slave coast of West Africa traded their human cargo |
For many different commodities and manilla was one of them |
This manilla was manufactured in Birmingham between 1830 and 1850 |
Being shipped to Africa to be bartered for one slave, each manilla |
These slaves were then packed into hulls of ships |
And taken to the West Indies and the Americas |
To be sold for vast profits if they did not die from the journey |
The Duoro was one of the slave ships |
Would trade goods on their way to Africa to pick up their human cargo |
When she hit a rock and sank in 1843 |