J Lyles - Culture of Man lyrics

J LYLES: Be the real you, never meet the fake you This cold cruel word'll either make or break you Everything, that you ever seen's overrated The cars, the gangs, the girls, are vagrant People trying to fit in is the new entertainment for the man You behaving like a slave in advance The upper hand wants that Can't you see, vacancy, of identity Is how they keep you detached You see the media pumps up the head of Lebron But I ain't starstruck, I see him as a man with a job Because that salary cap big all for droppin' them buckets But out the pockets of the owners? It's a drop in the bucket They be doing folk dirty from the soul to the brain Make a brutha think he sunny while he cold in the rain You don't need the J's To walk the terrain Paying hundreds on a product when the maker barely coughed up some change So this one for my people, maintain yo resilence Balance out the ratio of gang bang affiliates To bruthas using street smarts for legal use of brilliance To get back at the system for them inhumane experiences Can I get a witness? You can't say i'm trippin' My sixth sense is pointing out all of them triple sixes This dance with the devil is my last dance Skippin' past the trash trynna turn me to a hashtag The system want us hanging from the trees But that scene is old they rather hang the puppet from a string Universal mind control, robot for me homie Point that nozzle at yo brutha, better shoot that Glock 40 Thats why knowledge of self here is important Learn to be yourself or they will learn to do it for you Thats why knowledge of self here is important Learn to be yourself or they will learn to do it for you PRYNCE TEFLON: Know no limits grind and get it Yahweh my witness Also who strengthens Wave lengths been lengthened Got a new perspective Used to want it for the money Got a new objective Blood stained white robe Riding a white horse Christ screaming war chants And I lead the chorus Yo I'm just a tourist On this earth for the time being God put me on a pedestal I'm sight seeing Scope pointed at the enemy I'll snipe Satan Full clips get ripped As-salam-alaikum Somebody told me this rap bizz Is mine for the taking But I ain't sitting on the throne so it's staying vacant I compete with no man So don't waste ya breath fam Call it co*ky Call it confident It's gon hit the fan Call the sheriff and the coroner They k**ed a man Warlock doing black magic Naw that's melanin They got this hella bent Why the tenant raise the rent Why our women raising men Why our fathers in the pin Living in this world of sin Deep remorse when I repent Deep in thought I hold this pen Shoot ya shot if you're a man