(
Chorus:)
Every time I get on a track I spit my vents like staples,
I’m really not into wack,
It’s either sick spit or I’m flipping tables,
(
Pause)
I’ve seen so many of my friends become fallen angels,
(Pause)
I’ve seen so many bros turned to killers,
Kane to Able
(
Verse 1:)
I’m just another abomination of
Obama’s nation,
While you hating, I’m making music,
Violating your eardrums with my retardation
Let’s face it, I’m obligated to say something crazy
Here’s a demonstration, like I’d become a mason to get my
Momma out of section 8 housing,
You’ll be bumping my shit,
Just to find ya self-bouncing,
I’ll turn one to a thousand,
Steady spouting my spit,
Never one to outwit,
And should never doubt it cause,
(Chorus:)
Every time I get on a track I spit my vents like staples,
I’m really not into wack,
It’s either sick spit or I’m flipping tables,
(Pause)
I’ve seen so many of my friends become fallen angels,
(Pause)
I’ve seen so many bros turned to killers, Kane to Able
(Verse 2:)
Told them they want
Manic son,
Told them I can get it done,
Rapping this shit for everyone,
They gon’ feel me bruh,
Wake up every morning with a smile on my face,
Burn up every damn thing, my shit too hot for this place,
Spit that crack cause I got it like that,
Spit that back cause I’m trying to make a rack
And I don’t mean the nation, so don’t be impatient,
My mind steady racing,
Wondering what I’m chasing,
2016 will be amazing cause,
(Chorus:)
Every time I get on a track I spit my vents like staples,
I’m really not into wack,
It’s either sick spit or I’m flipping tables,
(Pause)
I’ve seen so many of my friends become fallen angels,
(Pause)
I’ve seen so many bros turned to killers, Kane to Able
(Verse 3:)
This is the year, the premiere, of when manic comes out,
Feel like
Vladimir cause I’m Putin it out, should be no doubts
In your mind, young boy with a flow so divine,
Next white rapper to come out the coke line,
Doper then most these cats, you feline me?
Feels so good when I’m ripping the beat,
and honestly I’m a lyrical athlete,
That just want’s a trick with a treat,
Someone who’s a freak, in the sheets,
Oh deer, she all up on my meat, yea that’s venison,
Aye listen man,
(Chorus:)
- published: 23 Apr 2016
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