Si par ... Si par atat de sigur dar nu stiu incotro ma duc Instinctul meu e cel mai ieftin truc Trec drept prin viata si sunt mandru de trecut Si daca
's up with niggas in the A Guess he think he in the game but he really in the way Violating, I was having conversations in the joint But guess who done
, yeah, I done some dumb shit, disappointed everybody I know Try not to hold that against me though My road to redemption has no GPS So guess the time must be invested for this to be manifested
this chair nigga You know who the fuck I am I will have you killed nigga You better untie me motherfucker Fuck y'all motherfuckers man Do you know who
get loose, Manifest get loose And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Mr. Manifest
you wanna be Go where you want or go and see all you wanna see Because yo, your ambitions I won't neglect And to the brothers who ain't here, nuff respect
guess I got no choice but to be a I got no choice but to be I guess I got no choice but to be a poet I guess I got no choice but to be a prophet I guess
fact sheets Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept (nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect) You thought it was safe, well guess what (what?) Boys
I pay the taxman, make life more complex man Go suffice some needs Where it bleeds it lacks man Some human interest I guess, Where's that manifest that
soundproof my place but I didn't hang the door very well and all the sounds kept drifting in. About this time, like a lot of New Yorkers who find themselves
dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver My
adore 'cause that's what you came for The ice rhymer is back and livin' large And when I'm at a show you better wear camouflage 'cause there was plenty who
dance floor I know you adore 'cause that's what you came for The ice rhymer is back and livin' large And when I'm at a show you better wear camouflage 'Cause there was plenty who
and told the story Raw day dreams of holding glory Junior high, Hall way king Lockin' faggot MCs Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabees It didn't take long to see who
n-ggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line Sorta, honestly Ill never guessed you were a hoarder And all that would manifest
nemesis. Ras Kass: Who is you? Satan: Son, I thought you knew. Who else? Lucifer, the lie bearer stupid, the devil himself. He the creator, we all the creations, guess
A well-controlled media to pick out our terrorists When beaurocrats start dying from cancer There are already businessmen who'll market bottled water And purified aerosol solution, guess who
lyrical force of the big daddy kane So ashes to ashes, and dust to dust May this microphone, rest, in peace.. [big daddy kane] Knock knock, guess who
