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