Manifesto Outro

[Intro]
I invite you, to take a seat up on this old English style
Couch wrapped in the yellow plastic, take a seat while I watch this
Rap City, and envision what the artist I looked up to
How they try to write shit to connect with your heart
Some creative, original shit, so take a seat and watch how
I get into that mindset for you
Scribbling notes up in my paper

[Verse 1 - THURZ]
Trying to think of a message with slick metaphors
To make 'em dilate, and salivate, I know they hungry ain't trying to wait
This for that barber shop talk, what's hot in hip-hop to be
It's for my brothers up in high school
That's searching for the real without a dance move
You can still get your Dougie on, Cat Daddy and all that
Do the wop, baseball bat, niggas talking racks and racks
But where they money at?
If you got some greenbacks that's where you bet that
Raw rap, make you triple your return
For my niggas grinding short and long term
For all the listeners, that's bullshit proof
Assumptions will kill you, so I know I be the truth
Nine, two

[Adlibs]
So let's get up off that couch
We going to hop in the Toyota Celica, a little half dead
It's like an 89', 10's in the trunk
[We going to bump the shit that just felt true?]

So this second verse is the reason I riot, for you

[Verse 2 - THURZ]
Riot for the people with no voice, unrepresented, under appreciated
The heavy non-sedated, why the sleeping, ill faded
We aiming, pulling back the string, Cupid arrow for your hatred
Bulleye the target, you love how we take shit
Looting for the liberty of art
Preserve my roots, manifest the black thought
Banksy the city, surprised we ain't caught
Hash tag, nine-two crew, the riot starts
I know we've got big brother scoping
While we spark the Molotov history, in motion
Face of dead presidents having niggas trying to bury me
But I prefer Malcom and Martin on my currency
No black face just spending the black dream
No black face just spending the black dream
Circulate the black dollar so my people shine like a beam

[Adlibs]
So look, we going to hop out the Celica
And then we going to take a stand, alright
I want you to take off your cool, douse it with gasoline
We going to burn some shit and rebuild

I lead because followers get buried

[Verse 3 - THURZ]
And Huey P wasn't scary, I'm on my man shit
Fuck Tyler Perry
Fuck the tranny shit, mother fuck Medea
A riot is ignited with atomic ideas
That we work hard for you to hear
Blood, sweat and tears, making records for the world
When it started with our peers
Rise to be head or tyrant
Confidence makes the frailest of men appear giant
A starving mouth is one that stays quiet
We embarking, yell out for these L.A. Riots