Intro:
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Yeah huh what
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Alright cool
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Yeah huh what alright yeah what what, uh uh
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M.A.N.A FESTO, exposing light, and take aim what yeah
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Verse I
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Another cold night 360 flip swiftly down six hit me, is she busy?
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I¡¯ll call her afterPass a Snapple, and a camera angle,
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ledge vandal can¡¯t break my ankles
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I¡¯m on point, but we¡¯re running cops are fronting,
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wanna stop something you loving,
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I¡¯ll pray about it
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Ill maneuvers over sewers with back packs,
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and curved hat attachments freestyle my stats no accidents,
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Imagine that no security no Cops!
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Visualize ill¡¯s ciphers every corner block.
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I never sold rock or bust glock
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My walk talks it¡¯s own, I like to lick tones in your head phones
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So what¡¯s the purpose to live life to the fullest
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I serve Christ so I don¡¯t watch for bullets,
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Just live how I wanna respect heaven spit lava,
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street philosopher raised up in Canada
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Chorus
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M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on
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M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on
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Verse II
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Exposing Light manafesto down town in the metro
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fill my car up with petro,
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I best go, I¡¯m already late,
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they call me speedy so I¡¯m easy on the breaks
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What¡¯s up yo, cool man chilling,
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I¡¯m dealing with this girl, yo man she¡¯s Illing
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I learned to separate the girl from the rhyme,
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and skate sometimes my mind escapes lock it down to meditate
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Concentration it¡¯s a full occupation thought invasion,
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it¡¯s like my God verses Satan
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Excuse me why I¡¯m doing this
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to influence kid¡¯s students of all ages all races
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Give this rap scene a face lift dive inside my minds matrix
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new school Christ Patriot
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What I stand for the one they hold the banner for
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I came with a board sword plus a stack of metaphors.
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Chorus
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M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light and take aim, what,
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M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light and take aim, what come on
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Hun yeah what alright cool cool, what yeah huh alright
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Verse III
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This world almost had me kidnapped me
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back slapped me in the back seat choked me till I can¡¯t speak,
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I get up, and pull my head up develop my style
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I never swell up from the neck up I rock,
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Heavy metal to street styles in ghettos my dress code apparel is big on paths narrow,
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Barely made it out, my mentals a cracked house,
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I find myself passing out asking God for help
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Manafesto
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Manafest |