| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Welcome
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| Manafest!
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| Manafest!
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| Manafest! |
| Oh, yeah!
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| Manafest! |
| Fist in the air when you hear the manifesto!
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| Manafest!
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| Put your first in the air when you hear the manifesto!
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| Yeah, this is Manafest
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| Yeah yeah, growin' up still
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| New beginnings
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| Exposin' light on it (Check it out)
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| What’s up, dude
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| Ayy yo, I’m right here
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| Writing’s on the wall, stuck it to your right ear
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| Communication like some walkie talkies
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| New category, don’t know what to call me
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| Let me lick my lips a little bit and spit something different
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| The most intimate instrument, hit ad-lib and stay infinite
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| Chillin' with a girl or rhymin' with my guys
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| Skateboardin' with the crew, hustlin' for Christ
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| Don’t matter, I’m just me, there’s only one copy
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| I’ll be myself, you keep it gangster
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| Quick to destroy, deploy decoys, stop bein' paranoid
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| I’m all fad, like signin' wack contracts
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| Rage settin', it’s just another bomb track
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| What now? |
| It’s Christ through the sound
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| There’s no fear here for 2000 and out
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| Believe that, 'cause some things have changed
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| If you got dreams, hold on to 'em
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| And if you got fears, just rip through 'em
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| Hold me down and still makin' your moves
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| Straight from the heart, y’all
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| We stayin' true
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| Yeah |