Mind of War

(Intro) (ahh, its snow that's Icey) (je m'appelle Emmanuel, je m'appelle Emmanuel) {Songer} (Chorus) I pray for peace of mind Right now my minds at war Both voices got the artillery, don't know what they fighting for. One voice coming like Zlatan, The other one more than a hater I don't give a fuck 'bout the queen, she's just my type on paper (Verse 1) These times everyone faker All of a sudden everybody wanna take one snap fuck off alligator, shit I hate more than a hater Love for the love but only if the love comes real 'cause bare man ask me for favour then try act like it's them tryna do me a favour, dickhead do me a favour That shit more than a lyric Eyes got bags, no sleep for the wicked If the verse ain't right no D for the missus Go bed then dream of the kisses Rip out the page go straight in the bins ​incredible finish My accuracy is 100% swear don't miss it But these man must miss it (Verse 2) Artists that's don't wanna see me start winning Kiss my teeth got bare of those When I spray it's gassed inside, My sets come like aerosols My girl come like Agüero goals 'cause she always come last minute Still up for head like Vidić, man's too wicked Nobody touch my lyrics See me I ain't normal I might seem normal, I might speak normal I might look normal, I might be normal(Yeah) To be fair I am actually normal Hear one lyric and you know I ain't normal Cause normal to me is just far from normal Normal to you is not normal to me These thoughts and feelings are far from normal {Mani DM} (Verse 1) See my left and my right brings fighting School of music my minds at war Friends don't get where the fight is happening If it brings P's then they won't fight against it Bought 5 4, so 'til then then I've gotta write more See now I'm doing Brixton [?] Lining the start of the beat 'cause I might just [?] Money I have to get that make that. Real talk took too long [?] 2 [?] n***as been stabbing for clout Got verbal, smoke your ash in this now Didn't take music clear I'm not having a doubt Intent on stacking amounts, breaded accounts Imma get there they'll ask how do I pronounce? Well it's, M - A - N - I D - M then shut your mouth Wanna chat on my name well I should bust your mouth Ain't got time for the beef that's brewing(Facts) Too busy, that's cheques from west end to Newham Long on the Met line (Met line) And he said when should I finish this Track by? I never give dead lines {Songer} (Chorus) I pray for peace of mind Right now my minds at war Both voices got the artillery, don't know what they fighting for. One voice coming like Zlatan, The other one more than a hater I don't give a fuck 'bout the queen, she's just my type on paper (Verse 3) Don't act different with you, so dont act different with me If the motives dead I'll host instead say mandem are dippin' in 3 Tell the driver turn off the radio, F*ck that listen to me Not enough seats in the whip but the whole teams licked so f*ck it, its not that deep You say that I look like a dick when I spit But your girl wanna spit on my dick (Uh) You don't even smoke rollies or clicks but still wanna roll with the clique (Uh) Since I've started putting out music bare people have told me im sick so you better get on your bike And im not talking no overhead kick {Songer & Mani DM} (Bridge) {S} Say my name you're phoning in sick {M} Flow too cold my bars are too lit {S} Soon on top 'cause half of these shit {M} Trust me cuz, I laugh at these kids {S} Soon on top {M} Trust me, next up {S} Come too saucy {M} Trust me, Ketchup {S} One voice telling me I'm way too shelly {M} And one voice telling me it's dead and I messed up {Mani DM} (Verse 2) Never flicked shanks and I've never had a fat scar That's me and James, Marty Madagascar In the burbs I ain't in a bando I'm in the lads yard Every time I spit say that's hard 16 Said I wanna be a rapstar not a trapstar need income legally There's bare man doin' it But there ain't bare man doin' it well so easily (That's cause) {Songer} (Chorus) I pray for peace of mind Right now my minds at war Both voices got the artillery, don't know what they fighting for. One voice coming like Zlatan, The other one more than a hater I don't give a fuck 'bout the queen, she's just my type on paper (x2) (Outro) (ahh, its snow that's Icey) (je m'appelle Emmanuel, je m'appelle Emmanuel)