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501
04:06
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Rap Group Phenomenon
02:52
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I can't express my love for this
I can express my love for this
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Into the Manley
01:31
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Manlicious
03:39
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What is it that you all are waiting for?
The spoils of war, some conciliatory whore?
A reconciliation from the oncoming horde?
Shore up- you can’t contort us anymore
You can’t afford us, you’ve become far too poor
You can’t abort us, we will drain your corpse
Of grace-you can do your worst
But you must face that you’ve been cursed
By your actions- and now our roles reversed
So while this is not rehearsed- you’ll not be our first.
You turned a prophet’s motives into a profit motive
Clinging to the coin-purse of your most devoted
Who are singing the same verse over and over
So now we’re at a standoff- red rover, red rover
But you can’t turn over a motor without the key to the ignition
You can’t plan a takeover without any ambition
We’ve had all we can take- too many crooks in the kitchen
And now we take over- ’cause we’ve reached the witching
Hour- we’ll scour your nooks and crannies
‘Cause you mistook your power for more- so how can we
Allow you to tower over us one more second
Your time has come- your end has beckoned
Don’t worry for a will, ’cause we’ve cashed your checks in
We knew far more than you ever reckoned
If man can cause unnatural disaster
And hurricanes can claim our core reactors
And faded faiths can’t face the fact that
may be there but he won’t hit back
If we attack our values instead of our hypocrisy
And assume that our sins are saved by our bureaucracy
We’re never gonna wake up, take stock and see
We should share our philosophies, not keep them under lock and key
To me, that’s the very definition of democracy
Being free to see what other people might mean
I know that we’re not all keen on being honest
We’re all sore afraid to break a promise
Honestly, wouldn’t you choose to have your feelings hurt
Over burying them six feet below the dirt?
For what it’s worth, here’s a story I never wanted tell-
When I was ten, I believed that I was going to hell
I fell to my knees and asked to dry my eyes
And since that day I can say that I have never once cried
Was it inside me or ? That’s mostly up to you
But don’t let the beliefs of others define the things you do
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Classic Fashion Chicago, Illinois
Unpredictable electronic music, best described as psychedelic hip-hop. Making beats and smoking weed and thinking way too hard about existence.
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