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mankind (sciryl & n8!) - the fall (mankind) lyrics

mankind ft. imani gooden + “the fall (mankind)”
[emcee(s): sciryl and !llumin@te]
[producer(s): [?]]
[scratches: [?]]
[hook/vocals: imani gooden]

[verse 1: sciryl]
hanging off the crucifix, hanging with the
foolish kids, the hooligans, swing around like
a hula hip, young boys on a buddha trip
walking ‘round all day, just trying to get their shoes
to fit. who is this talking quit like they ain’t 2 legit?
ain’t doing sh+t but chilling, ain’t moving bricks
to ceiling, ain’t moving, but they watch the clouds moving when they’re
zooted, walking ‘round high, momma probably wonder what they’re
doing. huh! not molly, not cocaine
not lean, only that reefer, that pot green
probably not chiefing that high grade, probably got
c’s, probably not a’s, b’s be the top
on this block, d’s in the car with the tints rolling up
on his squad with a grip, mommas, fathers, and kids
try and duck and dodge shots when they rip
‘cause the cops on their sh+t, so i hope you all fall like
drops of some p+ss on the tombstone and plot that
you get. in case you forget, this is mick foley
out with a flip of the bird and a sock to the lips
for mankind, i can’t find a man i hate
more than the fact that i can’t find fate sometimes
but got my fans trying to fan my flames
uh! feeling like, “man, i’m great,” so
for y’all, this the chance i’ll take
[verse 2: !llumin@te]
uh!
hanging off a crucifix, listening to strange
fruit again, losing youth on the news again
maneuvering through the valley of death and got
lost in an alley, playing gutter ball, got
tossed in the paddy. please excuse my dear aunt
sally. you divide before you take away
check the signs—they never make mistakes
jake the snake got his foot on your neck—that ain’t a paperweight
they’re serving beef on a paper plate
marinated with a taste of hate. it’s deep+seated
but deep fried, so we eat it ‘til we die
from a thousand reps, pools of blood on my housing steps
shattered bone and a pound of flesh
smoking loud for a sound effect, i’m self+medicated
obamacare health legislation never makes it
better! i beg your presidential pardon
black churches burning residential arson? try terrorism
american lies devised for your television
they swear to god this is better living. sh+t

[hook: imani gooden]
hanging off the roof again (off the roof), and we’re watching
juice again (watching juice)
listening to snoop and them (snoop) while i’m drinking
juice and gin (drinking juice and gin) while we
listen to the roots and them (roots), then we’re watching
roots again (watching roots again). time to
get up in the booth and then (booth) it’s that melanin
from kunta skin (kunta, kunta)
[outro: sample with scratches]
“got a crew? you better tell ‘em” (x8)

- mankind sciryl n8 lyrics

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