Manik

[Verse 1: Casual]

Soon as dude falls

I'm moving in with U-Hauls

Your dubious maneuvers is just soothing my blue balls

Pause

Dude be in the hoopty with two broads

Who threw me in their movie

Cause I’m watching their cue cards

The king Nubian and truly i knew God

Grouchy with the rap sh*t

King of the school yard

You get jacked up

Like you're tryna get a flat fixed

Rappers is way too serious

This battle rap sh*t

I'm Marshawn in Cal High swerve in the arena

Ni**as avoid me like i’m serving a subpoena

The sandman needs to take the curtains to the cleaners

Imported tools like i'm working on a Beamer

The twerk might come up out the Birkin with the Nina

That's your earth right?

Rockin that Jacob

Well i’ll take it like your birthright

I got my cake up

So we can book it like your first fight

One long life the worst night

Look your bars connect like you're stealing wifi

It ain't no way that you can end my kind

I still flow the coldest

Throw the shoulders

But we holding holsters

Told the hostess get the rover

Then we got sideways like scoliosis

The Rollie rollin'

Shotty shoot up the phantom

And now we holy ghosting

Street fighter deep diver i know the ocean

Your hoe be open I creep by her with no emotion

Heat buyer I keep fire your homie smokin

And that rap flow from the black hole

The home is Oakland

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

Night school student of the art of

Paranoiacally assuming every new kid is a narc

I knew it

Palm coated in Clamatto a la Judas

You a plant from the bourgeoise

Out to poli with the sudras

And document what the new is

Copy, never nod to the influence

And rebox it for a different block of viewers ooh

My wallpaper got a hundred stuck noodles for you

Spin the wheel pick a future to cue

A psychological thriller

A docudrama to binge

A 20/20 on some grifter getting properly rinsed

Or maybe several separate genres we could braid into one

Where in the end you shake a hand with a snake for a thumb

You went from peace in the nothingness

If a touch on the humdrum

To riders on horseback

Leaving with your loved ones at once

No Dunkaroos in the bag lunch

They went thataway

Think happy stuff

You could mix a batch up of the actual asphalt

But can’t know another lad’s grapple with the black dog

That’s law

Those trainers ain't a factory setting

Y'all’s radical acceptance pending

I’m rocket man got a penchant for ascending

Get a ticket to the launch

Get your kid a pressed penny

The red pen render an x on your excellency

Then exit in the prowler on flower petal confetti

[Verse 3: Brother Ali]

Aim and shoot ya out the ancient future

Blaze a hookah or bang the bazooka

I pull the idols out your tabernacle

Named em puta

Set your swinging chain boosted

And your main thang scooped up

Your vain claim disputed

And your stage name muted

Your fans want their rebate change

Cause they ain’t stupid

The same lame dudes that tryna buy a blue check

Symbolic sign of success that don't nobody respect

If it’s the game then know I'm choppin it best

Mainstage crowd can attest

Hair follicles arise on your flesh

I put the god vibe all in your chest

Song Of Solomon the sonnet I blessed

Raw scent of conquest on my breath

I don't guess your Energizers possess

The cobalt to pole vault the high bar that I set

Inmates call him collect

Him stay calm and collect

Want me to lose consciousness

And choose violence I guess

911 was pressed to made a call for distress

Responders arrived on the set to mop up a mess

I'm more nimble than my sizes suggest

If a conflict commerce I hop a fence

And dodge a cop in a clinch

I admit and confess all of my karma and offense

I dip in Lake Minnetonka try to wash it and rinse

Check the documents a true account of events

A title of commencing to ringing bells I've rocked ever since

I've been carving out a spot on that canonical list

Phenomenons I made my moniker synonymous with

I resist

My arm's an obelisk atop of the fist

Fix your optics and you'll spot just who I'm rockin it with

It's the number one unsung gum bumper hunters

For 30 something summers you suckers