Lyrics No Order (Mortal Man) - darius j.
Uh
Uh
Yeah
yeah
I'ma
make
em
feel
me
on
this
Look,
my
gut
feeling
led
to
liver
turned
distillery
Hate
the
highest
form
of
flattery
as
posed
to
mimicry
Pen
versus
the
sword,
using
art
as
my
artillery
Pent
against
the
pen,
seek
repentance
through
penitentiaries
Niggas
witnessed
shackles
and
chains
from
present
through
centuries
Shackled
in
these
chains
for
the
presence
pressed
for
the
imagery
Problematic
patterns,
investments
circling
backwards
The
culture's
tempered
and
tattered,
I'm
vocalizing
I
matter
What's
the
matter
Tired
niggas
finally
stepping
out
the
shadows
Of
an
everlasting
war
with
boots
that's
laced
prepared
for
battle
Tales
told
about
a
chattel
set
to
tattle,
hands
on
the
globe
I'ma
make
it
rattle
till
they
baffled
You
ain't
never
seen
a
nigga
on
a
saddle
You
ain't
seen
a
nigga
steer
the
ship
without
the
use
of
paddles
You
ain't
seen
a
nigga's
interest
piqued
in
something
that
you
dabble
All
you
see
is
dollar
signs
and
how
to
turn
him
into
cattle
Cash
cow,
flip
the
beef
to
make
it
cash
out
All
these
niggas
thinking
they
cast
now
to
act
out
Always
first
in,
I'm
the
last
out
Outcast,
that
cast
out
to
out
last
Skeptics
prone
to
doubt
that
Words
of
wisdom,
put
my
dick
where
ya
mouth
at
And
try
to
mouth
that
Uh
mic
check
one,
two
No
longer
victim
to
my
miseducation
like
Lauryn
A
man
of
wisdom,
reparations
is
what
we're
imploring
Sleep
deprivation
waiting
for
something
for
our
endurance
How
that
sound
Swine
walking
with
a
badge
cocking
back
a
couple
rounds
With
his
knee
in
my
neck
while
my
head
on
the
ground
screaming
I
can't
breathe
Get
the
fuck
off
me,
get
the
fuck
off
me
Nigga
I
can't
breathe
Get
the
fuck
off
me,
get
the
fuck
off
me
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