Man Down (Explicit)

Man Down (Explicit) - Buddha Monk/Da Manchuz

A small step for man b**ch throw the pitch

I'm catching grams check post

What we roast and leave scenes smelling like hot toast

My thirst and sip flows hot head

With more lead left than peeled toes

Gotta be sloppy stops the boxing and rocked meat

Ice tea Tommy boxers choking on a hi-c

Fresh like way up there where inmates are pipe dreams

On these streets where it probably is it must be

Penalties I'm at ease I breath and touch dreams

Speed and don't crash ski with no slopes

I plead with a judge and jewel reads

Rule he sold d**e sold nope to a ni**a for my yes yes ya'll

Three four five six seven eight nine with it

I win it a one-two check ya'll respect god

And strip you where it hits hard

Head nods work a job that's above the law

Pull up way above the bar broads love my scars

Bruises scrapes and squads

Face concrete hard for money with a smile

Style and funny ripped like jeans

Bent up in 'em like crummy wear pawn

Take it like a crash test dummy cash first money

The soldiers ammo handle commando

Jam on stereo really

From dutch to Philly all still feel me

Like love for a ni**a make his a** wanna kill me

Run your realty spilling top billing for the ghetto

Say it loud and let the sh*t echo

Yo niggas is fruity like a splash of pineapple

Oranges and grapes I don't f**k with niggas that shake

Looking from the project roof the city looks pretty

My city never sleeps ears beauty weak

Like you heard the man got bodied over a b**ch

Like world puzzles I connects with muse and pay tribute to the street

We recruit ni**a and collect dough triggers and sourness

Antique guns still spit without dust anymore

We bust 'em I trust 'em niggas ain't rolling with us

F**k 'em we draw heat only live niggas like me'll

F**k a b**ch with the heat I live what

I speak and speak what I live

What the f**k these kids know about Federal's

You lollipop lolli lying a** ni**a

You don't move like a killa killa you don't talk like a gorilla gorilla

You don't move like a stick-up ni**a

So I figure that I try to live right but

I ain't making you no promises

You running off your mouth trying to be a street pharmacist

Check 'em out yo the jig is about to hit

Rock bottom crack heads snitch and cops got 'em

Taking 'em back up in the book got 'em shook

Caught 'em with a pound of coke and some of that was cooked

This is why my ni**a g wrote the gun book

For all your hard headed and mentally dead crooks

With them rhymes you kicking your weak transmission

No you can't claim what my team is dishing

Get your ice and begets your Moe's and Moet's

But first I gotta tell ya'll niggas a secret

Now you can play your distance we hold our force down

With Egyptian scriptures carved in your mental

With deep thoughts we common sense you

Lyrically hem' you whoever sent you getting bent to

We extended like instrumentals we make 'em

Read the parental discretion so advise yourself

Put the wack raps back in the shelf

Your heart is in your feet only be versatile is your beats

You hold no weight I slow chase heavy mental

Seven seven seventy heavenly sent you

Something you don't have to pretend to we been through

Sh*t tighter than bonds minds tryna see farther than mars

Far as these stars just a few bronze

Hold the weight of the earth on our shoulders

Resurrected through time behold the great mind soldier

To all those I had beef with

I know you was possessed by the street kid

Thinking that you sweet sh*t

The most humble niggas beat in your meat quick

In front of po' dump f**k that sneak tip

Brooklyn cats don't roll precedures ya'll dudes can seek and suck like leeches

And chickens behind the bleechers

Put me on the spot you find me speechless

Making power moves time to sequence

Even when I showered you popping your ears like high altitudes

Ladies did take your kind for weakness

Mistakes for b**ches enabled to separate the difference

Plus we enough make my hit list

Ask anyone poos who gave 'em business

Finesse harder jobs than saving Christians

Telling ya'll these days is ending so save my henchmen

Without a bogus motive nothing here stated the man basically told us

With the killuminati I will wait but soon will get bodied

Kind of tired rather suicide put two in the shotty

Spit til my heart contempt while Diggs sparks the hemp

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