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mankind (sciryl & n8!) - papa shango lyrics

mankind ft. m.c. k~swift + “papa shango”
[emcee(s): m.c. k~swift, !llumin@te, and sciryl]
[producer(s): [?]]

[verse 1: m.c. k~swift]
they either tryna take us down to the slammer
shake us down like scammers or break us down with the hammers
their fake crown gon’ fall, the earth is quaking beneath us
they may reject the true and living, we gon’ make ‘em believers
f+ck the 85th precinct—awake the 85 percent
to a divine purpose. my physical ain’t always right
but my mind’s working. f+ck a 9 to 5 though
i’d rather twerk a 9 at 5+o, make it thunder+clap
like papa shango. copper tops for copper’s tops
it’s only fitting that the kids with grips is finna flip your
fitted with extendeds. in my wishes, it’s the fishes singing
lullabies to ya, pig roast for the rats
and roaches in the sewer. skin bluer than a wall
of silence—don’t look at me. they monopolized all
the violence as you can see. we just inherited
american war, fam. the side i’m on opposes
the boss man

[verse 2: !llumin@te]
put him in a coffin, walk in
like the undertaker. i turn the lights out, you hear the
(+bell+) yeah, that’s what you fright ‘bout. it’s too black for you
to ever white out, no delete b+tton
no escape, no relief coming. magneto got
the beast running from an arc angle
star spangled, no charles rangle, charles xavier
or clarke gable. just the feeling that the art gave you

[verse 3: sciryl, !llumin@te, and m.c. k~swift]
it’s “ay, ow!” walking ‘round with some hurt ankles
ufc versus kurt angle. i’m kimbo
let the left daze you, the right rip
at the right angle to leave your throat sore, star spangled
define lit—aw sh+t!—like white lips on fiends
from pipe hits. yeah, you know the fiends be on that
white like rice grits. yo, what else white? probably some nikes
that’s quite crisp, but the young girl who made ‘em only
made five cents every five minutes. somebody dies
from vice grips, looking for a black ass attached
to white tits. yo, what else white? some people say
they might switch, but, sometimes, the idols go white
like christ did, but i ain’t never seen the truth get spread
through tight lips. i ain’t never seen our youth get treated
like white kids. “they’re wild, they’re just playing.” we wild
as rod hits, it’s foul. if you step to the line
you might miss, but, child, you gotta take the shot
you get a chance? better make it pop. i hope
you fall in a vacant plot. it’s reaganomics on the brain
and conscious of 80s babies, but what they accomplished
after crack made their parents zombies
so our government could pay for contra. they laid the foundation
for us to get paid for rhyming. africans? they get
paid for diamonds. i mean, what else could i say? the way
we’re taught to behave is violent. you spare the rod and you
spoil the child. timeline flooded, spoilers drown

- mankind sciryl n8 lyrics

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