Текст песни Manifesto - Napoleon Da Legend , Nejma Nefertiti

You little rappers sugar coated and preposterous
I'm a living breathing manifesto read it in my optics
Using what I got since breath was blown into my nostrils
Got the Milky Way inside me the knowledge to unlock this
Every flag should be flipped around
How dare we ever rock it
Replace it with a black fist write El Pueblo upon it
The power belongs to the people it's time for us to flaunt it
What are we waiting for earth is burning up regardless
Talking from a sunken place I'm not that kind of artist
I'm the stone flower that cracked the sword even at its hardest
Let me tell you something my reach is equipped to go the farthest
Real status depends on what you give not who lives the largest
Earned degrees in universities still not the smartest
Can't study struggle with no action plant your seeds to harvest
Nefertiti crown three quarter down some call it modest
Protect my jewels I ain't talking accessories or garments

Truth to power spoken Manifesto of the people them
Bring us food, bring back guillotines for the evil men
We taking back our lands taking back our sands
Making trees grow today is when the money switches hands

It's crab city where rappers stab ya back to get litty
Downing 6 packs got my 6 pack looking shitty
That's facsimile grew a beard like the cats in Philly
Family life is illy gotta get stacks back on this midi
When the bills are high and money dry it becomes a funny vibe
When you popping they your friends when you not they run and hide
Camry Hybrid with the gun inside in case they wanna slide
For Proletaires you know the bullets there In case you wanna die
Daily pressure with anxiety moments are rarely precious
Money low and fridge is empty people taking scary measures
Violating the very tenants of the 10 commandments cause the mechanics
Of this side of the planet is tight to manage
People vanish organs trader on the market in the darkness
Morale demolished it doesn't pay to live so honest
The masses starving most these oligarchs is heartless
I never beg for no pardon when speaking to power we stay bombarding

Truth to power spoken Manifesto of the people them
Bring us food bring back guillotines for the evil men
We taking back our lands taking back our sands
Making trees grow today is when the money switches hands