A.D. Carson - 3 - The MANual lyrics
[A.D. Carson - 3 - The MANual lyrics]
When they ask for it
Never tell ‘em no let it go
Put a pen to the pad
It’s an effervescent flow
Definitely know I’m a product of the
Era I was brought up in
Competition slaughtering for fun
Might’ve mentioned guns as a
Shorty for attention
Not to say they wasn’t in my area, but listen
My competition, they never wanted me dead
They wanted decapitation
They saw that I was ahead
Heard that I told tales
Knew that I did it well
Sisyphusean descriptions I live in
My own Hell
It’s populated by heat that I
Hand make flip a coin
No matter how it lands, where you’re going
Is through they alleyways, back blocks
Tenements
Where if he don’t call a girl a bitch
He’s a gentleman
Misogyny expected Sodom and Gomorrah
Scary movie mind state the
Problem ain’t the horror
In the movies, we die in the first scene
So we’re all really Drew Barrymore
In the first Scream only it’s set in Harlem
Maybe it’s in Detroit
The audience prays you don’t turn
Around it ain’t The Voice
You fall as you’re running to get away
Felonious metaphor, you do a year and a day
Or die trying lie silent
Crack infested surrounded by thirst
It’s Rock Island from 217 to 309
Niggas open they rhyme books up
And bleed on lines
Hope for some recognition to cheat on dimes
Ladies like Changing Faces, and we don’t mind
Bars over the head like snatch lifts
Dope boy antithesis rhyme with a back flip
Flip back one chapter, finish the exposition
Juice, on the roof
I’m standing right next to Bishop
Raheem’s dead and Steel got shot
We all know how the story ends still I watch
Excited to see the violence destined
To See It Through
Kinda funny, back in school
I pledged: I’m a Q
Grew up in the era of ass whooppins
Switches, belts, knuckles for mad lookin’
Bus transfers, bummy and bad lookin’
Lunchtime ciphers, dice get cash tooken
C-Style A dot, kind of the same guy
Aries and Virgo we should have been Gemini
Cause since shorties it was just him and I
Talking more shit than a little bit ignorant
Wasn’t all good
But I choose how to remember it
Mention it cause he sent me the track
For me to spit to it
97 Canibus, jaw dropped listening
Nobody spit like he did
And it’s been a minute since
I had inspiration so I listened closely
Wondered what I’d say in conversation
With the old me
"Stop drinking, pig is a filthy animal
If an elephant’s in the room
Then you should be Hannibal
Scribble down in your notebook all
You can manage to wait ten years
Then publish it as the manual"
Never tell ‘em no let it go
Put a pen to the pad
It’s an effervescent flow
Definitely know I’m a product of the
Era I was brought up in
Competition slaughtering for fun
Might’ve mentioned guns as a
Shorty for attention
Not to say they wasn’t in my area, but listen
My competition, they never wanted me dead
They wanted decapitation
They saw that I was ahead
Heard that I told tales
Knew that I did it well
Sisyphusean descriptions I live in
My own Hell
It’s populated by heat that I
Hand make flip a coin
No matter how it lands, where you’re going
Is through they alleyways, back blocks
Tenements
Where if he don’t call a girl a bitch
He’s a gentleman
Misogyny expected Sodom and Gomorrah
Scary movie mind state the
Problem ain’t the horror
In the movies, we die in the first scene
So we’re all really Drew Barrymore
In the first Scream only it’s set in Harlem
Maybe it’s in Detroit
The audience prays you don’t turn
Around it ain’t The Voice
You fall as you’re running to get away
Felonious metaphor, you do a year and a day
Or die trying lie silent
Crack infested surrounded by thirst
It’s Rock Island from 217 to 309
Niggas open they rhyme books up
And bleed on lines
Hope for some recognition to cheat on dimes
Ladies like Changing Faces, and we don’t mind
Bars over the head like snatch lifts
Dope boy antithesis rhyme with a back flip
Flip back one chapter, finish the exposition
Juice, on the roof
I’m standing right next to Bishop
Raheem’s dead and Steel got shot
We all know how the story ends still I watch
Excited to see the violence destined
To See It Through
Kinda funny, back in school
I pledged: I’m a Q
Grew up in the era of ass whooppins
Switches, belts, knuckles for mad lookin’
Bus transfers, bummy and bad lookin’
Lunchtime ciphers, dice get cash tooken
C-Style A dot, kind of the same guy
Aries and Virgo we should have been Gemini
Cause since shorties it was just him and I
Talking more shit than a little bit ignorant
Wasn’t all good
But I choose how to remember it
Mention it cause he sent me the track
For me to spit to it
97 Canibus, jaw dropped listening
Nobody spit like he did
And it’s been a minute since
I had inspiration so I listened closely
Wondered what I’d say in conversation
With the old me
"Stop drinking, pig is a filthy animal
If an elephant’s in the room
Then you should be Hannibal
Scribble down in your notebook all
You can manage to wait ten years
Then publish it as the manual"