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manic tl - renegade lyrics

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one time for the terror
two time for the revolution
who’s on lock? go and do whatever you want
f-ck whoever the h-ll that you got your melody from
with a machete moving steady for my enemies tongue

they be freaking on the art
’cause i’m speaking from the heart
whether screaming from a far
or i’m preaching in the dark
i be fiending for the stars
let bubble, ain’t no trouble
i been eating from the start

actin like a mess
doing drugs with a couple juggelettes
f-ck a god, but a motherf-cker blessed
i be rolling with a squad, everybody’s in a vest
because when we hit the spot
we gone run in with the feds

you could get clapped for’a the cash
-cl!ck clack pat-
until you’re dead up on the ground in sh-t
i know a ton of motherf-ckers who rap
but nine out of ten of em -sounding like this-

get up off your godd-mn feet
im just trying to riot in the godd-mn street
beat ’em till his heart rate speeds
and his jaw straight bleeds
they always run from the k!ller
but then motherf-ckers act like me
get on track like me

your beats all dubs if you ain’t know how to run a f-cking pen in it
like, you can roll a real nice blunt, but the sh-t still suck if you twist up regs in it

flags up-side-down
rollin with a bunch of motherf-ckers on uppers we finna bang quite loud
got a hype crowd
really looking like a fight ground
tell my people i’m ready for us to ride right now

see i’m back on attack
this ain’t backpack rap
this a radical renegade with the facts type rap
a compatible enemy tryna flack type rap
packed mac type rap
we react like that

and i don’t give a f-ck about a throne
i could give a f-ck what they be on
homie i be on my own
’till i’m gone on my road
and these cats can’t stop me
watch me
do you copy
homie i be out

too many raised fists to count
h-llbent on accounts where they slipped us out
it’s all truth wether block or in the booth
’till they got me in the noose
or my cold blood hits the ground

see i run and represent it for my own team
almost spent a decade on the grind like an o.g
castle revolution finna show em retribution i be over the illusions and i’m floating

see, new york slums be the back drop
young thugs buy guns on they laptops
then sons get run sitting underneath the one
takin bullets for a baggie of the crack rock

(that’s real)

a-m-e-r-i-k-k-k-a (hey)
with a third eye i spy d.o.a.s
there honestly is not a way that you could go unphased
with all the bullsh-t that everybody feed us nowadays
and preach to us nowadays

it;s really all the same though
half a dozen people i could go an take an aim one
run around the city with barrel to the sky i’m just doing what i can until the reigns gone

- manic tl lyrics

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