| 作曲 : Greenwood, Morely | |
| Intro: | |
| Yeah huh what | |
| Alright cool | |
| Yeah huh what alright yeah what what, uh uh | |
| M.A.N.A FESTO, exposing light, and take aim what yeah | |
| Verse I | |
| Another cold night 360 flip swiftly down six hit me, is she busy? | |
| I'll call her afterPass a Snapple, and a camera angle, | |
| ledge vandal can't break my ankles | |
| I'm on point, but we're running cops are fronting, | |
| wanna stop something you loving, | |
| I'll pray about it | |
| Ill maneuvers over sewers with back packs, | |
| and curved hat attachments freestyle my stats no accidents, | |
| Imagine that no security no Cops! | |
| Visualize ill's ciphers every corner block. | |
| I never sold rock or bust glock | |
| My walk talks it's own, I like to lick tones in your head phones | |
| So what's the purpose to live life to the fullest | |
| I serve Christ so I don't watch for bullets, | |
| Just live how I wanna respect heaven spit lava, | |
| street philosopher raised up in Canada | |
| Chorus | |
| M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on | |
| M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on | |
| Verse II | |
| Exposing Light manafesto down town in the metro | |
| fill my car up with petro, | |
| I best go, I'm already late, | |
| they call me speedy so I'm easy on the breaks | |
| What's up yo, cool man chilling, | |
| I'm dealing with this girl, yo man she's Illing | |
| I learned to separate the girl from the rhyme, | |
| and skate sometimes my mind escapes lock it down to meditate | |
| Concentration it's a full occupation thought invasion, | |
| it's like my God verses Satan | |
| Excuse me why I'm doing this | |
| to influence kid's students of all ages all races | |
| Give this rap scene a face lift dive inside my minds matrix | |
| new school Christ Patriot | |
| What I stand for the one they hold the banner for | |
| I came with a board sword plus a stack of metaphors. | |
| Chorus | |
| M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light and take aim, what, | |
| M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light and take aim, what come on | |
| Hun yeah what alright cool cool, what yeah huh alright | |
| Verse III | |
| This world almost had me kidnapped me | |
| back slapped me in the back seat choked me till I can't speak, | |
| I get up, and pull my head up develop my style | |
| I never swell up from the neck up I rock, | |
| Heavy metal to street styles in ghettos my dress code apparel is big on paths narrow, | |
| Barely made it out, my mentals a cracked house, | |
| I find myself passing out asking God for help |
| zuo qu : Greenwood, Morely | |
| Intro: | |
| Yeah huh what | |
| Alright cool | |
| Yeah huh what alright yeah what what, uh uh | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO, exposing light, and take aim what yeah | |
| Verse I | |
| Another cold night 360 flip swiftly down six hit me, is she busy? | |
| I' ll call her afterPass a Snapple, and a camera angle, | |
| ledge vandal can' t break my ankles | |
| I' m on point, but we' re running cops are fronting, | |
| wanna stop something you loving, | |
| I' ll pray about it | |
| Ill maneuvers over sewers with back packs, | |
| and curved hat attachments freestyle my stats no accidents, | |
| Imagine that no security no Cops! | |
| Visualize ill' s ciphers every corner block. | |
| I never sold rock or bust glock | |
| My walk talks it' s own, I like to lick tones in your head phones | |
| So what' s the purpose to live life to the fullest | |
| I serve Christ so I don' t watch for bullets, | |
| Just live how I wanna respect heaven spit lava, | |
| street philosopher raised up in Canada | |
| Chorus | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on | |
| Verse II | |
| Exposing Light manafesto down town in the metro | |
| fill my car up with petro, | |
| I best go, I' m already late, | |
| they call me speedy so I' m easy on the breaks | |
| What' s up yo, cool man chilling, | |
| I' m dealing with this girl, yo man she' s Illing | |
| I learned to separate the girl from the rhyme, | |
| and skate sometimes my mind escapes lock it down to meditate | |
| Concentration it' s a full occupation thought invasion, | |
| it' s like my God verses Satan | |
| Excuse me why I' m doing this | |
| to influence kid' s students of all ages all races | |
| Give this rap scene a face lift dive inside my minds matrix | |
| new school Christ Patriot | |
| What I stand for the one they hold the banner for | |
| I came with a board sword plus a stack of metaphors. | |
| Chorus | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO exposing light and take aim, what, | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO exposing light and take aim, what come on | |
| Hun yeah what alright cool cool, what yeah huh alright | |
| Verse III | |
| This world almost had me kidnapped me | |
| back slapped me in the back seat choked me till I can' t speak, | |
| I get up, and pull my head up develop my style | |
| I never swell up from the neck up I rock, | |
| Heavy metal to street styles in ghettos my dress code apparel is big on paths narrow, | |
| Barely made it out, my mentals a cracked house, | |
| I find myself passing out asking God for help |
| zuò qǔ : Greenwood, Morely | |
| Intro: | |
| Yeah huh what | |
| Alright cool | |
| Yeah huh what alright yeah what what, uh uh | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO, exposing light, and take aim what yeah | |
| Verse I | |
| Another cold night 360 flip swiftly down six hit me, is she busy? | |
| I' ll call her afterPass a Snapple, and a camera angle, | |
| ledge vandal can' t break my ankles | |
| I' m on point, but we' re running cops are fronting, | |
| wanna stop something you loving, | |
| I' ll pray about it | |
| Ill maneuvers over sewers with back packs, | |
| and curved hat attachments freestyle my stats no accidents, | |
| Imagine that no security no Cops! | |
| Visualize ill' s ciphers every corner block. | |
| I never sold rock or bust glock | |
| My walk talks it' s own, I like to lick tones in your head phones | |
| So what' s the purpose to live life to the fullest | |
| I serve Christ so I don' t watch for bullets, | |
| Just live how I wanna respect heaven spit lava, | |
| street philosopher raised up in Canada | |
| Chorus | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on | |
| Verse II | |
| Exposing Light manafesto down town in the metro | |
| fill my car up with petro, | |
| I best go, I' m already late, | |
| they call me speedy so I' m easy on the breaks | |
| What' s up yo, cool man chilling, | |
| I' m dealing with this girl, yo man she' s Illing | |
| I learned to separate the girl from the rhyme, | |
| and skate sometimes my mind escapes lock it down to meditate | |
| Concentration it' s a full occupation thought invasion, | |
| it' s like my God verses Satan | |
| Excuse me why I' m doing this | |
| to influence kid' s students of all ages all races | |
| Give this rap scene a face lift dive inside my minds matrix | |
| new school Christ Patriot | |
| What I stand for the one they hold the banner for | |
| I came with a board sword plus a stack of metaphors. | |
| Chorus | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO exposing light and take aim, what, | |
| M. A. N. A FESTO exposing light and take aim, what come on | |
| Hun yeah what alright cool cool, what yeah huh alright | |
| Verse III | |
| This world almost had me kidnapped me | |
| back slapped me in the back seat choked me till I can' t speak, | |
| I get up, and pull my head up develop my style | |
| I never swell up from the neck up I rock, | |
| Heavy metal to street styles in ghettos my dress code apparel is big on paths narrow, | |
| Barely made it out, my mentals a cracked house, | |
| I find myself passing out asking God for help |
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