VERSE ONE - MANIK MC

It’s just another night leaning til it’s hard to speak

Feeling ever sentimental bout the path we lead

Past friends pedal metal down the darkest streets

And old memories squeeze til it’s hard to breathe

Take a chance, a peep, and tell a tale what you seen

Another fucking yungen getting shelled for the ps

A new generation stacking shelves with degrees

Shits peak, keep it pushing til I’m six feet deep, cos that’s me

Even though sometimes it don’t seem it

They’rе tapping up our phones just to listen to our secrеts

Speechless, don’t mistake my kindness for weakness

I’m cooking up a batch to have you drowning in the deepness

All this trapping and clapping I’ve always stayed away from it

It don’t make sense to see other people chasing it

You’ve only got one life so why the fuck are you wasting it?

Fam it’s basic shit, so you better get your head straight

They sound the same like a template, times lethal stand for my people like Salvador Allende

Keep it popping til my pen breaks

Yo it’s that time, manik the fire Natty Wylah here to set pace

Getting nearer to the endgame, years of bad habits, damaging my membrane

Tryinga find my peace, tiptoeing on these greasy streets

Please believe me it’s easy to slip behind

Invest myself in my lyrics cos this is my life

Stick on a beat I keep it tight when I’m gripping the mic

Yo that’s why, daily we medicate

Meditate on ziggy til my brainwaves elevate

Staring at the page, eyes drifting to the window

Following the dark red sun as it sinks slow

Tracking its trail, steady as we battle betrayal

In this game of snakes and ladders you’re guaranteed to fail

It’s just another rainy in this broken city, contemplating as the grade that I’m smoking lifts me

Far away from the place that I’m stuck inside

Split in two feeling like I live a double life

The birds perch on the branch of the trees

My words heard as we march to be free

So let me take it back to running train tracks

Big chrome throwy got me feeling like the main man

Ain’t a bit of my past that I would ever take back

Cos all I really need is a bag of weed and a paint can

To keep my cypher complete, disciple of the rhymes and the beat

Rack my mind for design I’m resigned to defeat

Live and direct from the fringe of the east

Letting off steam as we begin to retreat

From the frontline, eating up beats like it’s lunchtime, it’s easy to see

Crafting the punchlines and similes in my sleep

They keep dangling redemption it ain’t easy to reach

White flag swingin, it got me seeking the peace

White batch cooking get them seeking the ps

Pedal bike pushing ducking police on the beat

Yo this never ending cycle I’m just tryinga break free and be me

Everyday hoping I won’t lose this

Tryinga keep my mind fully focused on my music

Underachievers tryina peace together futures

Push hard down this beaten path to find where the truth is

Yo if you feel the real one time then salute this

It’s manik on the mic, spit it mucky like the mucus