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[Verse 1: Bishop Nehru] Man's sin got a manic in still panic Chills with hand while bills vanish in the hills Focused on skill but still need krills for thrills Cause Mama's bills are only making her ill Living with an ordeal the medical field can't heal And niggas wonder why I strive for a deal For real you don't feel me like ills in conceit So Please leave the pleas I got D's to complete [Verse 2: Que Hampton] I got them calling on the weight lift Ball hit your chest you can't take it Like this ain't some shit to play with From slave ships to shipping Out pages of the black man's greatest tell them Black control the wave like the moon enter stages Beyond being the pen by buckshot's they duck low Carry flow artificially like apple duck so I just stay acting while the bust pipes the pressures on Try to say it's nice, twice ass forever gone [Chorus 1: Charles Manson] Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me Doesn't that give me equal right? I can do anything I want to you people And anytime I want to because that's what you've done to me If you spit in my face and smack me in the mouth And throw me in solitary confinement for nothing what do you think (fades aways) [Verse 3: Que Hampton] Through time the mind travels Fucking with these punchlines You'll find gravel Deep in the pits of hell it gets sweaty Be burned or drop funk heavy, every line get a plus Like Chevy you can tell by the grill Crack a smile the cook up is real They still over looking, fuck it Let's get out these dreams through the mic And hit the lotto like book em' These niggas skating nice try to book em' But he knows the pages like the finger tip and flip it Proceed to spit the writtens niggas can't predict my diction Click the pause rewind and listen it's missing your disses I ain't wasting time there's greatness in the distance These nigges spitting waste shit Dirtiest cops that take kids and put them in their early grave No mistake no remorse on his face straight hate can't learn to love us power of refine they only love her they ain't even undercover But my people in there slumber [Verse 4: Nehru] I'm sick of man sin it's wearing me thin So bearing the pen is the only apparent care that's with in Written in winds like Witten getting them tight to the end The titan eyes will remember till he's in He's grave with the spin Even then i'll underestimate Through my celebration take place to praise him And I separate from the fake scum Fuck a play son these snake niggas nowadays will take crumbs It's cake to sum and that sum means all So whether a biggie or a small If a pennies involved then the problem gets solved Because looking soft is awful It's all full and I'm full Ussually I'm on E and i'm needing to pull Got my toes in deep now I creep and I eat with the wolves And still I keep peace and deliver to the sheep Cause you sow what you reap and the loot must repeat [Chorus 2: Charles Manson] I haven't done enough I might be ashamed of that For not doing enough for not giving enough For not being more perceptive for not being aware enough For not understanding
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