Domo Genesis - MANIFESTO lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama] Lil' white b*tch gon' say "You need to say something about that" "You need to say somethin' 'bout black—" b*tch, su*k my— Yeah Go time [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] That ain't your religion, you just followin' your mammy She followed your granny, she obeyed master Did y'all even ask up questions? It's holes in them stories Is it holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message I know I ain't got the answer But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby Move 'til my soul cums, let them serpents rattle, baby [Verse 2: Domo Genesis & DJ Drama] Crackin' like broke porcelain, b*tch We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of sh*t Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist sh*t I had to reevaluate what was important and sh*t (O-F) Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (Yeah) If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (Ooh), uh, gotta have it Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (Uh) How I'm supposed to be protected (Huh?) when the laws want us in? Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (Ah) Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right What the fu*k? I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching) Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement I ain't no ba*tard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?) (On God, now) [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama] I came a long way from my past, ni**a, it's obvious V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy sh*t (Skrrt) Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the sh*t What's your address, I could probably send you a copy, b*tch I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (Haha) Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fu*k 'em) I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy sh*t Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her Back when I was tryna fu*k Bieber, Justin I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, ni**a (Say it with your chest, ni**a) Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (Uh) Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (Uh) Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace I'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough? I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' sh*t up (Sorry) So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want Freedom, need 'em, my ni**as, seen 'em Free 'em, don't fu*k with the law like, damn, Gina So calm the fu*k down before we duck rounds And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fu*k down We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (Woo) 'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "What the fu*k now?" They playin' games, we strappin' up, we co*k and aim (Yeah) We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need We done with pain and the grievin', ni**as is done with the peace Whether it's personal or for the whole of ni**as, indeed (Yah) I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth But I'm a ni**a like you, and you's a ni**a like me (Yeah) So let's be ni**as together, and let's be ni**as with plans But put this plastic on first, 'cause sh*t is hittin' the fan, Scott [Outro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama] sh*t like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side You know, with the T.I. lean Y'all fake mad Catch up, ni**as Gettin' y'all identity, huh? Gangsta Grillz Go get a fu*kin' hobby sh*t Ain't nobody perfect Well, at least y'all ain't, hah