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mankind (sciryl & n8!) - survivor series (tapped) lyrics

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mankind + “survivor series (tapped)”
[emcee(s): sciryl and !llumin@te]
[producer(s): [?]]

[verse 1: sciryl]
yo! uh!
going home, taking the long road
through an alley with some lost souls, breath left their torsos
tap+tap on your door like morse code
sammy davis jr., the only black in a rat pack
tapping his poor soul, pores flowing
sweat dripping down his black back, floor soaking
almost choking on his breath for applause only
from some honkeys and some smiles, but it’s all phony
walking around like four homies, like dorothy making
films, getting called “monkey,” died from that high
get called “junkie.” say the court system’s flawed
and the law hunts me. i’m banished
nevermore ugly, nevеrmore like
pro+baltimore riots. f+ck a riot
i call that enough rising. sun rising
don’t ever seem to dawn on me (ever, ever). heard they’re dying
in the summer—hope the fall’s early (i hope the fall…)
they say the cost of a war is a short story
i hope that’s wrong. she said she wanna see
her son in the morning—then you hope it storms
you hold the corpse for me. i know you’re floored, but
know you’re wrong. i’m talking to the mic, i hope it’s on

[bridge: !llumin@te]
but they don’t hear you though
yeah, they don’t hear you though

[verse 2: !llumin@te]
uh! i need a favor!
lend me your ear, clear your data
i’m in this beat, doing the whip. i need a baker/anita baker for this batter
the kid’s comeback is like the rapture
i’m giving you the best that i got whenever i rock it
half past 7 o’clock—check stonehenge
no hair but i’m straight like a combed edge
no conk, that’s a code red
hard+bottoms, i’m an old head. fake post have
no legs, but n+ggas still run with it
dumb witted/with it, you better pass the baton ‘fore your
race is over. n+ggas rather love baking soda
but need lifesavers. when sparks fly, no
light sabers, patawas tryna find vader
made you look, i’m a sike/psych major
played the books as a side wager. i’m good, money
still, nothing is taking this hood from me
i may be refined. the princ+p+l remains, i just
made these designs. if it’s crazy, then fine



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