Definition of a Rap Flow

Yo, this is Manus Bell
Denmark smile guaranteed to make you smile
Big up to Amalie Bruun
One Rhyme One Take

It's the beginning of living in realism
I ain't ready so I stay steady puffin and sippin I’m trippin’
Trying to make a decision fight to create a collision
I’m attempting to embreak and replace the division
All the -ism messing with your perception of living
Given your vision I'm thinking lack of ambition inflicting
The criticism I'm giving as I be hitting the rhythm
Decisions of capitalism will diminish tradition
I hope your sitting down now you better listen
Floating on a cloud as you're reminiscing
Just chilling remembering competition with your sibling
But the interesting thing is that reason is given
By the the system of imperialism
I keep on going it's the don flowing going to get em’
I hit them with the deadly venom I pretend to be spitting
Killing in plenum rich men are leaving nothing forgiven
The politicians are with em´ the algorithm no different
They say whatever is written every day on the television
And it sickens me - everybody's listening
From the states to the 3. world citizens
Hindu, jew, muslim, christian -
I don’t give a damn as long as you’re a civilian
It's not about religion it's about the overall condition
Of the women and children in the society we live in
The ignition is sticking the competition position
Is diminishing any possibility for the living
But anti liberalism is a ticket to prison
Bringing any innocence into custody for commission
I’m on a mission, in addition I gotta keep wishing
That the ambition has risen up above the driven definition
Of a rap flow getting ready to attack pro
A legend never dies, they only grow
Going to town rocking the show making us proud bringing the flow
People are singing along, drinking til dawn, yet their digging a hole
Thinking of being the negative being and never to be in the middle of hope
Trying to be in the better but never to care to remember the generous folk

I’m going to war, I’m trying teach you
That going to war for more is greed and counts as evil
I’m ready to brawl I’m making the call it's now I need you
Stand tall, I’m ready to fight and fall to make us equal
I’m trying to reach the people but freedom of speech is lethal
Im seeking the remedy curing insanity yo where the fucks my needle
Diesel powered pilgrimage, nothing like the camino
Illegal business wins unforgivably like casinos
One to the two, skip to the five, six seven eight great mc´s ride
Judging the competition in which I'm bringing the best flow, I be the best buy
Ready for next show, Dk to Bed-Stuy , anywhere else to go, east to westside?
Smoking the Indo trying to get high I got a kilo, willing to try?
Don’t rap ‘cause i don’t got dough, but because it's meant for me
Speak to repeat what history’s told, it’s common sense to see
Look into both the new way and the old - the way it’s meant to be
Try to defeat enemies on the road - it’s my mental stress relief
I'll never agree with the mentality that a man can earn more than a family needs
A single tree of a thousand seeds can impossibly be a society
Trying to be in the realist mode, often redeeming the mean of the code
I seem to be into the lyrical flow but I dream to speak of the serious goal
Trippin’ your mind, your soul, making you follow the way to get old
But go and discover the story untold, unfolding the meaning of life as you go
There’s different options, there’s various roads
They can't stop you, explore the unknown
And don't keep on doing whatever you’re told critical thinking is never to bold
Be cold and abolish the way of the thrown to declare the freedom you rightfully own
They attacking you’re zone killing civilians to get to your home
Supplying the wealthiest men with the gold while poverty hits over half of the globe
Self-medicated I’d say that life´s underrated I got this far without getting paid yet -
‘cause I don’t give a fuck what’s written on a paycheck
And that’s because I’m gonna make it, talk about fate? No fuck it I’mma take it
Alienated, replaced with heavily sedated clones

I be puffing weed chilling in the breeze
I hear the cold wind hit the trees and I’m at ease
Looking out over the sea I’m finally at peace
I try to find my feet n see within the industry
Yo its Locksmith, Rittz to the Vin-E-P
Heavenly devine to design this creed
Mr. Green chilling on the MPC
And half n hour later we be spitting on a beat
I’ve really been digging the stuff live from the streets
And to meet the crew would be fulfilling one of my dreams
This fantasy scenario would mean the world to me
I mean I’ve listened to this team since i was fifteen
Sixteen, 06, Uncommon Valour hit the street scene
Mean teenager in them sean john street jeans
Wrong bong, weak knees, long gone sweet dreams
Now I fall asleep to V’s OPG Theme

Kweli, you speaking to people like me
Making us see and believe we’re currently living in immoral means
Governmental schemes, seem to be highly into the colour green
Evidential evidence the dead presidents´ team
Has successfully turned humanity into machines
And regrettably if you decide to not abide it’s treason
They got the working class thinking that we need them
Call it liberal but it's nothing to do with freedom

How can we believe them, the nation is barely breathing
Economists have proven that capitalism’s beaten
For one reason the distribution of stealing
Private agencies are making billions leaving us bleeding
But we can make it better though, if even us alone
All we need is a mr green beat and 9 microphones
Like the definition of a rap flow video
Trying to riddle em, killing the middle men, making it on our own
‘cause I’m in meadow long gone under sea-level
Following the shadow of myself trying to settle
Yet I’m blowing up, spitting dawn to dusk
Spit so much that my microphone’s going to rust
But your soul bust no moral dignity and no trust
In state of state crime, state of mind doesn't grow much
Smoke dutch, puff - to provoke us to think of:
Another one bites the dust