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manipulated - in yo face lyrics

in yo face lyrics
[intro]
uh, yeah, uh, yeah (boom boom boom boom boom)

[verse 1: conradtokyo]
i know i’m crazy but i never say it
i never spray it, you on the ground, while we be levitating
so stop acting like a baby, all you n+ggas crying
why ain’t you put in time so you can get a spotlight
for you to shine
in my mind, i’m like you could do it too
manipulated like a lion’s den, f+cking up the zoo
rabid crew, back at you
hit you with the one 1+2
never lose, keep it cool
if you ain’t ready put the motherf+ckin’ mic down fool

[verse 2: keegan isowe]
my pen and pad is like a burden
my peace, i’m steady searching for it
where could it go, did it leave
when p+b+rty fеlt so foreign
when nature sang its chorus
found bеauty when it’s pouring
back when my brother was hooping
who knew that he would forfeit
the mic was calling us
cop a pad and start writing a
verse or two, then that verse turned to tracks
and the racks were in our vision
we wasn’t fine tuned
but music was about moods
the passion and hunger was present
when we would hit the stu
that’s cause the music was therapeutic
from school life, uh
i never had a friend who didn’t use a disguise, uh
already vented ’bout the party incident
but that would sp+wn a couple seeds that would turn into vines that kept me weak
like a preacher
spit a verse, i be on your speakers
like chameleon
i been changing up with the seasons
you been in it too little
to be right up to speed, cause
you been aiming to low to see
that you at my feet, cause
i dropped aoife
put these rappers on the map to sleep
the heat seeker
you want the smoke, it’s an arm reach
the fact that you think you up to us
is beyond me
heard the serpents move in the night
so sleeping is not free
[verse 3: nivaen]
why the f+ck you in my face
17 with no brakes
i ain’t tryna fight no b+tch just to get a f+cking case
smokin’ dope with yo mates
on the gram looking fake
you got mad overweight
i get mad over head, um
i don’t sip 40s, b+tch, i only sip juice
i don’t do no molly, b+tch, i only eat fruits
i don’t need your problems, keep that sh+t within you
f+ck veggies, the mister came with the sick crew
you got sh+t got brains
all i hear is complains
if the yappin’ don’t stop
imma do it my way
make your mind numb
then i turn it to a stain
and i’m done with my sh+t
you can take it away b+tch

[verse 4: portraits of tracy]
thank god for me!
i know you shocked they just got tracy on it
africano n+gga, got some knowledge now he crazy
won’t it remind n+ggas when the pen hits paper
they scr+ping, they eyes out
turn to drywall while, we wild out (n+ggas)
you rolling swishers, we getting gigs it’s so different (n+ggas)
we on our twins exotic dinners you stay livid (n+ggas)
you flexing instagram p+ssy spitting game to your rookies
ya different business ventures failed screaming out, “look how it took me!”
rented that benz, told off your friends, just will it end
i reeled it in, a pimp sitting in mink skin
we got timbs, we gold when cold sinks in
you n+ggas is just really usual, now holla when you get a win
for less we ain’t settling, geneva where i’m sailing and
catch me stuntin’ on a jumbotron with my f+cking band
dropping hot sh+t, you thought the name was f+cking taliban
getting more cream than wu+tang and f+cking method man
[verse 5: eb]
n+ggas don’t know what i’m on
apply pressure when you dealing with a n+gga like me
you play around, n+gga, i’ll joe jackson this beat
you busy blind in the streets
tryna act like you see
but you d+ckride n+ggas, codependency meat
when the numbers looking funny, you got hennessy gleams
“oh this n+gga ain’t sh+t”, are you living your dreams
locals n+ggas stay scheming, all you n+ggas machines
i got a couple fine broads looking scottie with beam
your little body looking ricky with the shotty
with a gang hit sanctioned by a black john gotti
you is floppy, looking groggy
break your ass like pocky
if you looking at me spotty
mess your head like wasabi
do you copy
don’t even try to stop me
‘cuz b+tch, sh+t get rocky
like we, really, really, really, mobbing
in your face spitting sh+t like we sloppy (b+tch)

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