Thurz - Manifesto Outro lyrics

[Intro] I invite you, to take a seat up on this old English style Couch wrapped in the yellow plastic, take a seat while I watch this Rap City, and envision what the artist I looked up to How they try to write sh** to connect with your heart Some creative, original sh**, so take a seat and watch how I get into that mindset for you Scribbling notes up in my paper [Verse 1 - THURZ] Trying to think of a message with slick metaphors To make 'em dilate, and salivate, I know they hungry ain't trying to wait This for that barber shop talk, what's hot in hip-hop to be It's for my brothers up in high school That's searching for the real without a dance move You can still get your Dougie on, Cat Daddy and all that Do the wop, baseball bat, n***as talking racks and racks But where they money at? If you got some greenbacks that's where you bet that Raw rap, make you triple your return For my n***as grinding short and long term For all the listeners, that's bullsh** proof Assumptions will k** you, so I know I be the truth Nine, two [Adlibs] So let's get up off that couch We going to hop in the Toyota Celica, a little half dead It's like an 89', 10's in the trunk [We going to bump the sh** that just felt true?] So this second verse is the reason I riot, for you [Verse 2 - THURZ] Riot for the people with no voice, unrepresented, under appreciated The heavy non-sedated, why the sleeping, ill faded We aiming, pulling back the string, Cupid arrow for your hatred Bulleye the target, you love how we take sh** Looting for the liberty of art Preserve my roots, manifest the black thought Banksy the city, surprised we ain't caught Hash tag, nine-two crew, the riot starts I know we've got big brother scoping While we spark the Molotov history, in motion Face of dead presidents having n***as trying to bury me But I prefer Malcom and Martin on my currency No black face just spending the black dream No black face just spending the black dream Circulate the black dollar so my people shine like a beam [Adlibs] So look, we going to hop out the Celica And then we going to take a stand, alright I want you to take off your cool, douse it with gasoline We going to burn some sh** and rebuild I lead because followers get buried [Verse 3 - THURZ] And Huey P wasn't scary, I'm on my man sh** f** Tyler Perry f** the tranny sh**, mother f** Medea A riot is ignited with atomic ideas That we work hard for you to hear Blood, sweat and tears, making records for the world When it started with our peers Rise to be head or tyrant Confidence makes the frailest of men appear giant A starving mouth is one that stays quiet We embarking, yell out for these L.A. Riots