MANIFESTO (Explicit)
Tyler, The Creator, Domo Genesis"MANIFESTO (Explicit)" is a song by Tyler, The Creator, Domo Genesis, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:50 long and contains 72 lines and 664 words.
Lyrics
0:01Lil' white b***h gon' say
0:02"You need to say something about that"
0:04"You need to say somethin' 'bout black—"
0:06b***h, suck my—
0:08Yeah
0:09Go time
0:09That ain't in your religion, you just followin' your mammy
0:11She followed your granny, she obeyed master
0:14Did y'all even ask her? Questions, it's holes in them stories
0:17Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message
0:19I know I ain't got the answer
0:21But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer
0:24I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby
0:27Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby
0:30Crackin' like broke porcelain, b***h
0:32We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of sh*t
0:34Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist sh*t
0:37I had to reevaluate what was important and sh*t (O-F)
0:39Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (Yeah)
0:42If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (Ooh), uh, gotta have it
0:45Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (Uh)
0:48How I'm supposed to be protected (Huh?) when the laws want us in?
0:50Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (Ah)
0:53Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right
0:55What the f**k?
0:57I'm tappin' the matrix, I'm back and they hate it
0:58I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)
1:00Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement
1:03I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)
1:06(On God, now)
1:11I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious
1:14V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy sh*t (Skrrt)
1:17Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the sh*t
1:19What's your address, I could probably send you a copy, b***h
1:22I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (Haha)
1:25Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (f**k 'em)
1:27I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy sh*t
1:29Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her
1:32Back when I was tryna f**k Bieber, Just-in
1:34I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (Say it with your chest, nigga)
1:38Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (Uh)
1:40Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (Uh)
1:42Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace
1:45I'm probably a coon, and your standard's based on this evidence
1:48Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough?
1:50I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud
1:53I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' sh*t up (Sorry)
1:55So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want
1:58Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, seen 'em
2:01Free 'em, don't f**k with the law like, damn, Gina
2:04So calm the f**k down before we duck rounds
2:06And fireballs that make your family have to duck the f**k down
2:08We frontline, we got the mazel tov that we can chuck now (Woo)
2:12'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "What the f**k now?"
2:14They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cockin' aim (Yeah)
2:17We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
2:19We done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace
2:21Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (Yah)
2:24I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
2:26But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (Yeah)
2:29So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans
2:32But put this plastic on first, 'cause sh*t is hittin' the fan, Scott
2:36sh*t like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
2:39You know, with the T.I. lean
2:41Y'all fake mad
2:43Catch up, niggas
2:43Gettin' y'all identity, huh?
2:44Gangsta Grillz
2:46Go get a f**kin' hobby
2:47sh*t
2:48Ain't nobody perfect
2:50Well, at least y'all ain't, hah
Lil' white b***h gon' say "You need to say something about that" "You need to say somethin' 'bout black—" b***h, suck my— Yeah Go time That ain't in your religion, you just followin' your mammy She followed your granny, she obeyed master Did y'all even ask her? Questions, it's holes in them stories Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message I know I ain't got the answer But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby Crackin' like broke porcelain, b***h We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of sh*t Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist sh*t I had to reevaluate what was important and sh*t (O-F) Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (Yeah) If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (Ooh), uh, gotta have it Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (Uh) How I'm supposed to be protected (Huh?) when the laws want us in? Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (Ah) Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right What the f**k? I'm tappin' the matrix, I'm back and they hate it I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching) Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?) (On God, now) I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy sh*t (Skrrt) Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the sh*t What's your address, I could probably send you a copy, b***h I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (Haha) Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (f**k 'em) I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy sh*t Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her Back when I was tryna f**k Bieber, Just-in I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (Say it with your chest, nigga) Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (Uh) Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (Uh) Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace I'm probably a coon, and your standard's based on this evidence Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough? I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' sh*t up (Sorry) So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, seen 'em Free 'em, don't f**k with the law like, damn, Gina So calm the f**k down before we duck rounds And fireballs that make your family have to duck the f**k down We frontline, we got the mazel tov that we can chuck now (Woo) 'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "What the f**k now?" They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cockin' aim (Yeah) We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need We done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (Yah) I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (Yeah) So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans But put this plastic on first, 'cause sh*t is hittin' the fan, Scott sh*t like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side You know, with the T.I. lean Y'all fake mad Catch up, niggas Gettin' y'all identity, huh? Gangsta Grillz Go get a f**kin' hobby sh*t Ain't nobody perfect Well, at least y'all ain't, hah
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