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VERSE ONE - MANIK MC

Day to day we still search for satisfaction
Cupping the flame tryinga nurture the attraction
Thats still remaining, we face the days when the weathers changing
And when the flame stays burning down the matchstick
I'm on the strip again, mumsy looking sick again
Another late night channel pain through my bic again
Nothing less than heart and soul that we’re giving them
The corporate interests are only focused on them dividends
And not the bigger picture, we’re tryna feed the art
Came up on spoken word until i found them beats and bars
Tryna leave the past, tryina, tryna leave the past
Physicals might hurt but them words leave the deepest scars
And thats life lessons, I be mic-checkin
Head wetted eyes redded off the tai essence
Singing melodies shouting Root 73
Devil on my back sipping yak tryina set him free
We try and capture the moment before it fades away
Step on stage make the crowd jump when i state my name
I'm on my d.i.t.c until we raise the stakes
On the mic singing sweet rhymes like amazing grace
We’re here to stake our claim feeling like its overdue
Day to day stressing got us sipping on that overproof
Whack mc’s couldn’t step in my place
Been going hard at these bars steady repping my name
Bang the gavel to the gravel til i'm resting my case
The pen and the page igniting when the lemon gets blazed
Finessing an eighths then move onto pastures new
You’re now tuned into the sounds of the hardest crew
And nah we ain't tryina back down
The streets are getting heavy young brains getting clapped out
Opening bells are prefacing the smackdown
This ships infested and we all know who let them rats out
So don't try it, their bullshit we don't buy it
Thats why the mandem billing their lines and stay supplying
To be stacking ps, they keep the street cats flying
Until they're 50,000 feet with their seats back flying
Me and mines kept it really from the jump
Theres no difference between the nine milli and the pump
Cos its only only ending up in one way
Kiddies seeing glamour in the weapons and the gunplay
So can we change the tune and pray for peace
From the blocks in south, to the estates in east
From the west to the north where we slave for ps
But still we’re remaining blind when it's plain to see
So can we change the tune and pray for peace
From the blocks in south to the estates in east
From the west to the north where we slave for ps
But still we’re remaining blind when it's plain to see