Reflection Eternal - The Manifesto lyrics
[Reflection Eternal - The Manifesto lyrics]
Manifesto, this is what we want to see happen
For my peoples still breakin
Graf writin and rappin
I rock the mic right and
Exact my life's my sacrifice
Take my mic and I'm like a
Chinese man with no rice
Oh yeah we flippin through the pages of time
Divine design
Like Vaseline on the faces of black children
We shinin deeper than petroleum jelly
We in the air like conversations
On celly and just appear like
Stretch marks on bellies
After givin birth you had to let go
You playin for life the Manifesto
Here comes the beat because I
Said so keep pushin
I got the cushion for the seat of your soul
Back in the day they stole our smile
So we clothe our teeth in gold
And we frontin, from nigga to kid
To Son of God
It's wild dependin on labels for
Man woman and child my style just is
All that's seen and all that's heard
God gave us music so we play with our words
So when Tek be in constant
Meditation like a monk
While Kweli speaks in tongues to
Get your intellect drunk
Yo we bound to take over the 90%
Of your brain that you ain't usin
To us it's life or death we keep you chosin
Every shook eye ain't seen
Every goodbye ain't gone
Ain't no rest for the weary
Yo forever it's on
The Manifesto, establishes a Hip-Hop order
Movin upon the face of the water
Like Reflections
Aiyyo all the real MC's can meet me outside
So we can decide how we gonna change the tide
Like the moon we on the Earth
Takin a ride around the Sun
Now Son we only just begun
And the journey's far from done
We on mission, what your brain gone fishin
Like Walter Mosley?
There's an MC that can hold me, supposedly?
No one could come close to me, only
The family really know me
Hip-Hop's last hope like Obi Wan Kenobi
Through your tunnel vision I'm shinin
Light like a train
Comin out like earthworms when it rains
Bringin it like the CIA be bringin in crack
Cocaine bailin out of planes
With the George Bush connections
I push Reflection like I'm sellin izm
Like a dealer buildin the system
Supply and the demand it's all capitalism
Niggas don't sell crack cause they
Like to see blacks smoke
Niggas sell crack cause they broke
My battle lyrics
Get concious minds provoked and
Ghetto passes revoked
Cause we surrounded by the evil
You know that the people's minds
Is feeble they believe in it
Even if it don't make sense
This makin dollars shit
Don't take a scholar to
See what's goin on around you
Either you widdit or you ain't
Is what it comes down to, have you forgotten?
We pickin 100% designer name brand cotton
They still plottin
My Third Eye is steady watchin
Every shook eye ain't seen
Every goodbye ain't gone
Ain't no rest for the weary
Yo forever it's on
The Manifesto, establishes a Hip-Hop order
Movin upon the face of the water
Like Reflections
(yeah see that's what I'm talkin about
It be the slaughter man
We need to break it down because these heads
They don't know what they talkin about
Frontin all this nonsense, yo break it down)
From open mics to solutions I
Got a collage of answers
And a ten point program
Just like the Black Panthers
One: First respect yourself as an artist
If you don't respect yourself then
Your rhymes is garbage
Two: Make sure your crew is as tight as you
Cause when them niggas fallin off they
Gonna bring you down too
Three: Understand the meaning of MC
The power to Move the Crowd
Like Moses split the seas
Four: Know your shit and
Don't ever be blunted
If you don't know what your words
Mean then your rhymes mean nothin
Five: Kick facts in the raps
And curse with clarity
What's a curse when language
Is immersed in vulgarity
Six: We gonna fix industrial poli-tricks
Shit they made an artform out of ridin dicks
Seven: We soldiers for God
Needin new recruit's
So if you rhymin for the
Loot then youse a prostitute
But Eight: Acknowledge that you need
Food on your plate
In order to say your grace make
Sure your business is straight
Nine: We buildin black
Minds with intelligence
And when you freestyle
Keep the subject matter relevant
Ten: Every MC grab a pen
And write some concious lyrics
To tell the children
I'll say it again, every MC find you a pen
And drop some concious shit for our children
The Manifesto!
For my peoples still breakin
Graf writin and rappin
I rock the mic right and
Exact my life's my sacrifice
Take my mic and I'm like a
Chinese man with no rice
Oh yeah we flippin through the pages of time
Divine design
Like Vaseline on the faces of black children
We shinin deeper than petroleum jelly
We in the air like conversations
On celly and just appear like
Stretch marks on bellies
After givin birth you had to let go
You playin for life the Manifesto
Here comes the beat because I
Said so keep pushin
I got the cushion for the seat of your soul
Back in the day they stole our smile
So we clothe our teeth in gold
And we frontin, from nigga to kid
To Son of God
It's wild dependin on labels for
Man woman and child my style just is
All that's seen and all that's heard
God gave us music so we play with our words
So when Tek be in constant
Meditation like a monk
While Kweli speaks in tongues to
Get your intellect drunk
Yo we bound to take over the 90%
Of your brain that you ain't usin
To us it's life or death we keep you chosin
Every shook eye ain't seen
Every goodbye ain't gone
Ain't no rest for the weary
Yo forever it's on
The Manifesto, establishes a Hip-Hop order
Movin upon the face of the water
Like Reflections
Aiyyo all the real MC's can meet me outside
So we can decide how we gonna change the tide
Like the moon we on the Earth
Takin a ride around the Sun
Now Son we only just begun
And the journey's far from done
We on mission, what your brain gone fishin
Like Walter Mosley?
There's an MC that can hold me, supposedly?
No one could come close to me, only
The family really know me
Hip-Hop's last hope like Obi Wan Kenobi
Through your tunnel vision I'm shinin
Light like a train
Comin out like earthworms when it rains
Bringin it like the CIA be bringin in crack
Cocaine bailin out of planes
With the George Bush connections
I push Reflection like I'm sellin izm
Like a dealer buildin the system
Supply and the demand it's all capitalism
Niggas don't sell crack cause they
Like to see blacks smoke
Niggas sell crack cause they broke
My battle lyrics
Get concious minds provoked and
Ghetto passes revoked
Cause we surrounded by the evil
You know that the people's minds
Is feeble they believe in it
Even if it don't make sense
This makin dollars shit
Don't take a scholar to
See what's goin on around you
Either you widdit or you ain't
Is what it comes down to, have you forgotten?
We pickin 100% designer name brand cotton
They still plottin
My Third Eye is steady watchin
Every shook eye ain't seen
Every goodbye ain't gone
Ain't no rest for the weary
Yo forever it's on
The Manifesto, establishes a Hip-Hop order
Movin upon the face of the water
Like Reflections
(yeah see that's what I'm talkin about
It be the slaughter man
We need to break it down because these heads
They don't know what they talkin about
Frontin all this nonsense, yo break it down)
From open mics to solutions I
Got a collage of answers
And a ten point program
Just like the Black Panthers
One: First respect yourself as an artist
If you don't respect yourself then
Your rhymes is garbage
Two: Make sure your crew is as tight as you
Cause when them niggas fallin off they
Gonna bring you down too
Three: Understand the meaning of MC
The power to Move the Crowd
Like Moses split the seas
Four: Know your shit and
Don't ever be blunted
If you don't know what your words
Mean then your rhymes mean nothin
Five: Kick facts in the raps
And curse with clarity
What's a curse when language
Is immersed in vulgarity
Six: We gonna fix industrial poli-tricks
Shit they made an artform out of ridin dicks
Seven: We soldiers for God
Needin new recruit's
So if you rhymin for the
Loot then youse a prostitute
But Eight: Acknowledge that you need
Food on your plate
In order to say your grace make
Sure your business is straight
Nine: We buildin black
Minds with intelligence
And when you freestyle
Keep the subject matter relevant
Ten: Every MC grab a pen
And write some concious lyrics
To tell the children
I'll say it again, every MC find you a pen
And drop some concious shit for our children
The Manifesto!