You Don’t Want That

Verse one- manchild
a king with a full house leaving new jacks on 4th street/
fork meets, lanes merge, we all swerve together/
blur the class division prison that we live in everyday/
give the children something different cuz they listen when we pray/
and they see the contradiction, what we do and what we say/
it was written in traditin that the risen paved the way/
vision grips the dusty path and inhibitions fade away/
we hit the bricks and war attrition, change the world from where we
stay/
hum the tune of records playing through the windows of our speech/
of conversations that we tune out when we're just too tired to speak/
and it's too hard to reach the top from back-floor positioning/
gave a bum on the corner the quarter that i was wishing with/
not sure what the mission is, the lights are barely flickering/
don't ask me how i feel, cuz it's none of your blessed business/
we're part of a nation rhythmless that beats the hearts of immigrants/
corrupt as this system is, we hold on til the bitter end/
condition minute men to eat their words, conceal the evidence/
convinced it's for the betterment of every friend (so let's begin)/
the silent speech is eloquent, as profound as it's ever been/
so why's he still feel like he might never win? (the treasure's his)/
profiled as a terrorist is he disagrees with these method men/
as he speaks with the very lips that death has kissed.
hey bro. also, as far as how you list me, it's:
manchild from mars ill-- atlanta
thanks. get at me whenever.
Hook :
if you feelin’ it, scream when you see us rock a show
you a hip hop fiend? get loud make it known
don’t front. give it up.
show love, get buck, or we’ll turn it up a notch
and you don’t want that
just scream…(x2)
Verse two- playdough
this is for the underdeveloped i envelop the beat breaks
till i’m swimming in keepsakes that's worth more pape
than donald trump could scrape together on his best day
rocking the fresh way the rest lay in awe
missing their call and i don't mean no disrespect
but dang eject knows your crew on a first name basis
pointing out their faces that's why your demo accidentally erases
just in case it's another case of the ghost in the machine
keeping rap clean so thank you- making my tape do
something they could relate to dig in their crate
to roller skate or player hate to, because they hate to
give up their image knowing the world pillage
take a pilgrimage to catch the ill scrimmage
with the villager's best no contest
i’ll take them 6 days straight and on the 7th i’ll rest
Hook
Verse 3 jurny
i write rhymes on skylines accented with stars
and like grains of sand i'm reaching infinite bars
get heated in rap spars the sun is permanent proof
deep yet over your head like the firmament roof
my slang bend a phrase on a clean page
no stoppin the line lane hoppin i'm engaged in
no sayin when's the end i'm still oak in the brain
like i'm 13 again battlin to retain my name
i'm a stick these playas who claim the game done changed
and paint a picture to blow them all out the frame
i know a brother named aaron, i'm swearin he looks so good
he's undoubtedly the cutest nigga in the hood
in a random ramblin scrabble type mode
i'll parade in nazi soldier mode
and unload a lip clip to eclipse your spotlight
till you all left with thinkin i'm not right
at a high level of fresh, not knowin who can handle
i'm pullin cards you know the deal i bet you wont gamble