M.anifest, Tim Westwood - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics
[M.anifest, Tim Westwood - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics]
Oh father who art in heaven
Does that mean you paint pictures?
I do the same thing on earth
And put my pain in scriptures
Then I read Americanah then
I channel Chimamanda rarely wear designer
Don't expect me to pander 'cause
I'm a usurper like a Khaleesi with dragons
You can cc your squadron
I hold your weave and I drag on
I go harder and harder
Turning minutes to seconds
My mind is an arms dealer
It administers weapons
I see blue skies through these
Brown eyes all the time u want to hit
I want to hit my peak the best of all time
Lose guarding I'm not having
Chale, what dey happen
Read between the lines
And see what's on my mind
Tell the backbenchers not to mention me
I've been on earth and back
This is my 6th Century
Whether stars align or
It's retrograde mercury
See how fresh I'm looking gee yo
They say dress how you want to be addressed
I'm rarely impressed barely at my address
Like cancer in the chest
I'm trying to keep abreast
Dealt with disappointments, turned Nos to Yes
Pros and cons of being a pro amongst amateurs
Dumb it down
Are you kidding when I'm so mature?
Am I connoisseur? Am I fan? Son of man
They going overboard with their underhand
Compliments, oh boy you so full of it
Fuck what you heard
I return serve I'm Djokovic
This is the how-to-be-great starter kit
A misfit
Tell the pricks they can kick bricks
My mind is a gold mine, I'm mining
So much pressure me I can make diamonds
But I stay zen and don't bend
To gain success you for dey
Lose a few friends
I'm on form cause I don't conform to the BS
Wrote it in a letter and added a little PS
Jesus, the irony of using bars to free us
Lost my mind, guess it's finders keepers
When it's war, Machiavelli
Balloteli on telli keep blowing my celly
You get cancelled R kelly
Ain't it funny and silly how it all gets
For attention these dudes
Will Jussie Smollett
Does it matter? Our martyrs
Brains were splattered rain washed the blood
Pain remains with the mothers
The brothers used to be lovers
Became killers preachers became sinners
Politicians, morticians
They all be in the same business
Independence came dependency stayed with us
You for dey feel us
They called us monkeys now we go guerrillas
I guess it's a case of hurry up and wait
Going gorillas in a planet full of apes
Manifest, Westwood debut
It's lonely at the top but I
Think I like the view
Abi you know, Ghana
This be how we dey do am, god mc tins
Representing for Ghana
Doing it all day everyday lovingly westwood
Does that mean you paint pictures?
I do the same thing on earth
And put my pain in scriptures
Then I read Americanah then
I channel Chimamanda rarely wear designer
Don't expect me to pander 'cause
I'm a usurper like a Khaleesi with dragons
You can cc your squadron
I hold your weave and I drag on
I go harder and harder
Turning minutes to seconds
My mind is an arms dealer
It administers weapons
I see blue skies through these
Brown eyes all the time u want to hit
I want to hit my peak the best of all time
Lose guarding I'm not having
Chale, what dey happen
Read between the lines
And see what's on my mind
Tell the backbenchers not to mention me
I've been on earth and back
This is my 6th Century
Whether stars align or
It's retrograde mercury
See how fresh I'm looking gee yo
They say dress how you want to be addressed
I'm rarely impressed barely at my address
Like cancer in the chest
I'm trying to keep abreast
Dealt with disappointments, turned Nos to Yes
Pros and cons of being a pro amongst amateurs
Dumb it down
Are you kidding when I'm so mature?
Am I connoisseur? Am I fan? Son of man
They going overboard with their underhand
Compliments, oh boy you so full of it
Fuck what you heard
I return serve I'm Djokovic
This is the how-to-be-great starter kit
A misfit
Tell the pricks they can kick bricks
My mind is a gold mine, I'm mining
So much pressure me I can make diamonds
But I stay zen and don't bend
To gain success you for dey
Lose a few friends
I'm on form cause I don't conform to the BS
Wrote it in a letter and added a little PS
Jesus, the irony of using bars to free us
Lost my mind, guess it's finders keepers
When it's war, Machiavelli
Balloteli on telli keep blowing my celly
You get cancelled R kelly
Ain't it funny and silly how it all gets
For attention these dudes
Will Jussie Smollett
Does it matter? Our martyrs
Brains were splattered rain washed the blood
Pain remains with the mothers
The brothers used to be lovers
Became killers preachers became sinners
Politicians, morticians
They all be in the same business
Independence came dependency stayed with us
You for dey feel us
They called us monkeys now we go guerrillas
I guess it's a case of hurry up and wait
Going gorillas in a planet full of apes
Manifest, Westwood debut
It's lonely at the top but I
Think I like the view
Abi you know, Ghana
This be how we dey do am, god mc tins
Representing for Ghana
Doing it all day everyday lovingly westwood