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ManKind: The Fall

by Mankind (SciryL & !LLumiN@TE)

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Verse 2 (!LLumiN@TE) Hanging off a crucifix Listening to strange fruit again Losing youth on the news again Maneuvering through the valley of Death And got Lost in an Alley Playing Gutter Ball Got tossed in the Paddy Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally You divide before you take away Check the signs they never make mistakes Jake the Snake got his foot on ya neck That ain't a paper weight They serving beef on a paper plate marinated with a taste of hate It's deep seated but deep fried So we eat it, till we die From a thousand reps Pools of blood on my housing steps Shattered bone and a pound of flesh Smoking loud for a sound affect I'm self medicated Obama-Care health legislation never makes it Better! I beg ya presidential pardon Black churches burning residential arson? Try terrorism American lies devised through your television They swear to God this is better living Shit
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I have American Dreams My hands they can never be clean I mean sure they're manicured of course I'm a man of esteem But I could never hand an angel it's wings Unless it's fried chicken Do you smell what I'm cooking in my kitchen Or am I gonna need an eyewitness The only thing I mind is my business I hit the matrix tryna find glitches So I ain't got the time to like pictures No! I have American Dreams I wear the fabric of whatever it seems Oh you think you sew better? In your fancy stitch Lo sweater Shit is cold! Oh yeah? So is the weather I'm trying to hold it together I have American Dreams You wet the bed if think European I'm on the razors edge Back cracking back taxes I ain't pay the Feds They got me pinned I'm just playing dead I see the ropes bout to raise my leg On God's body I was saving bread I'll resurrect when I pay the debt That's a beef that can never be lean It's the pursuit of a better crusine What the fuck do you mean? When the average civilian is feelings battered In mask that's face paint, never tatted Like they never had it Bunch of jive time turkey doing burpies Lip service got you mouth wild herpes From giving slurpies Cocoa Beware There's no.mercy for the Hershey Maybe white chocolate Put a bulb in ya light socket They got their hands in your life pockets So get your head on the right topic And you might stop it I have American Dreams My search engine it could never be Bing I ain't a jail nigga Orange is the white like Nailz niggas My stripe shirts Tommy Hilfiger
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Papa Shango Verse One - M.C. K~Swift They either tryna take us down to the slammer, shake us down like scammers or break us down with the hammers. They fake crown gon' fall - The earth is quakin beneath us They they wanna doubt the true and livin we gon make'm believers Fuck the 85th Precinct - Awake the 85 percent to a divine purpose My physical ain't always right but my mind's workin Fuck a 9 to 5 though - I'd rather twerk a 9 at 5-O Make it thunder clap like Papa Shango Copper tops for copper's tops, it's only fittin That the kids wit clips is finna flip your fitted wit extendeds In my wishes it's the fishes singin lullabies to ya Pig roast for the rats and roaches in the sewer Skin bluer than a wall of silence, don't look at me They monopolized all the violence as you can see We just inherited American war, fam The side I'm on opposes the boss man Verse 2) !LLumiN@TE Put him in a coffin Walk in Like the Undertaker I turn the lights out You hear the (Dooong) Yeah thats what you fright bout It's too black for you to ever white out No delete button No escape No Relief Coming Magneto got the Beast running From and Arc Angle Star Spanggled No Charles Rangle Charles Xavier or Clarke Gable Just the Feeling that the art gave you Verse 3) SciryL
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Verse 3) !LLumiN@TE This is polish on a brolic figure Street knowledge with a college picture I should start a Flickr I flash forward pass fashion week With a smile no sagging cheeks I never show my ass They throwing cash I ain't throw it back Why carry weight in a swollen crack When the checks read Goldmans Sach The facts is hung freely Same shit since Aunt Celie I'm the Color Purple Devine With Gold outlines, that universal soul glow I shine It's whatever Sun Breathe it in I'm 12 deep in Heaven's Lung When Set rise I will never run Hello another Good Mourning The Good die young So when you're old in the hood I'm from You know what time it is I got a Gold Piece Roll Trees in a Gold Leaf In the Fall with a Gold Fleece No Fronting I speak light through Gold Teeth It's ingrained Nigga whole wheat Fuck Wonder Bread Them a bleach till my stomach bled shit rather be underfed So I throw up I should Probably have no gut But it's swole up with Goldust You so Fucked
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(Intro Chorus) !LLumiN@TE You my WCW The Status is Me Loving You Me Loving You No Matter What we going through You my WCW Verse 1) !LLumiN@TE Gotta love hump day Gotta love the sight of her taking off her undies I love her even tho we often fight over money I love her cause she let me hit Raw on Monday Her sweet sunflower seeps pure honey Plus she's mature funny Still'll ride or die She will go to war for me Open doors for me By just standing by my side The left hand to my right I need a best best man I need ring I need tux I need in-depth plans I need some stocks to invest in I need a lot I need to stop I way ahead of myself I seek a trophy wife instead of a Belt What does it mean to gain the World If you ain't got the girl of your dreams Scared to fall cause you know love Sting(s) But the pain's worth it On the surface I'm clean but I ain't Mr. Perfect I know I can be missing person With a cold case of cold feet But who wants to be an old dog with no leash that got fleas On one knee I'll profess these hopes Until then please except this post To my woman crush wednesday Chorus: !LLumiN@TE You my WCW The Status is Me Loving You Me Loving You No Matter What we going through The Status is Me Loving You Me Loving You You my WCW My WCW
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Verse 1) !LLumiN@TE How you living How you living New Rap Order New Edition Michael Bivins I thought it was me but the ID reads different The names ain't the same One's chosen One's given but it's All Written I am who I was and I'm still here Climbed up a ladder through/threw a table and steel chair With Sweet Chin Music Feel the Kick in your teeth music That roundhouse to your check All you hearing us the sound of defeat/the feet Now you sound and asleep I have Million Dollar Dreams Wake up and I still ain't got a thing Still I am a King Single man still ain't got a Ring The heart of champion is what I bring This is not a fling Every cop case is s slam dunk They been shooting us with our hands up How you take a stand When the judge telling you when to stand up Black man down let's man up I wanna know reason Sandra Bland was handcuffed Somebody tell me why her cell ain't have no camera Like a smartphone If I die behind bars It's probably cause that line was too hard Never stop searching, never stop asking Even when it stops hurting Play this track if you not certain For real Sweet Chin Music
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Verse 1) !LLumiN@TE Wooo Clean as a mu'fucking whistle Blow me if you think it ain't official I'm a Harlem nigga I got fly jeans its in my Nature Boy! I am one with the Creator Boy! What I exude is front page News You just Paper Boy Your poor taste lacks Flavor Boy This is black pride Black excellence a Black tie But fuck a noose never ask why I got the juice I'm a bad guy Brass ring in my back side Since Hulk Hogan wants a Black eye I will bring trouble your way I came up in NWA Fuck the police Fuck the law fuck em all We can both cheat Feeling Grand I'm a OG I understand what your plan is Niggas you ain't low key It's Slick Rick with the rope piece
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Austin 3:16 02:37
Verse One) !LLumiN@TE I grab a mic out of habit like It's my soul/sole purpose I'll probably Rap in my afterlife Twice! The epithet on my Tombstone Too Stone Cold to lose homes This is Black rage You swore I grew up in group home You swore I have nothing to lose homes You too wrong And two wrongs never make a right So what's left? It's in our genes/jeans we just guess Part of being a human being is just flesh You know the only part that really can choose death The rest accrues debt You better believe it Like the black pastor said it was Jesus Like a politician sent to appease/a peas us We have so many black eyes Never hard for me to make the track cry Make the crowd jump like a Massi That guy Ultimate Warrior tell a story of Pain Power Pleasure Euphoria Glory to God, on stage holding my rod It's Rowdy Piper the God It's Happy hour for Bars Mu'fucker
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Intro Chorus) !LLumiN@TE Cause they a secret society Black and white rules that decide my fate All along the truth's ignored yeah its the New World Order Give me Strength Help me find my way Against a secret society Black and white rules that decide my fate All along the truth's ignored yeah its the New World Order Give me Strength Help me find my way Verse 1) !LLumiN@TE Black Lives Matter The Universe is made up of black like matter This is fact this is dark art Black light splatters when a dart Passes through the Heart/Hart Foundation of a shark There's a certain abomination at work The Birth of a Nation of Domination A curse on ManKind Insert the headline Politician winning with dirt That landslides the earth This a Hollywood production Big Diesel bodies of destruction Body a discussion With oddly insane demons Shit'll have you fiending for Bobby the Brain Heenan Like you need it! Rolling up getting weeded The challenges of being undefeated Or being under edict Seems like history repeated More like history deleted You're a mystery believe it (Repeat Chorus)
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Verse 1) !LLumiN@TE Uhh!! Who Better You Never Couldn't kiss my shoe leather The crown's fitted for a New Era No cover for cops in blue sweaters And gold shields you prosciutto on bruschetta No filter your true color too yellow Don't be afraid to find your groove stella Go head and take a cue from Bruce Jenner I don't judge nigga Here's a tissue here's a hug nigga Fuck Nigga! I'm just showing you love This my outlet I just throw in the plug Ask Donald Trump what goes under the rug Ask Bill Cosby what comes after the drugs It's hard to swallow The Act is hard to follow If you do it Do it like there's no tomorrow And your time is borrowed Even points on the pack Ain't enough to keep the oinks of your back Never boink with a rat Clown niggas doink on mat I'm the type to light a joint with a match It's Stevie Ray Or call mixtape Nate nigga either way You better watch the Tag team moves we display don't get your head knocked off boy you need to pray There's really nothing left for me to say
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Verse 2) !LLumiN@TE I need a favor! Lend me your ear Clear your data I'm in this beat doing the whip I need a baker (Anita Baker) for this batter The kids comeback is like the rapture I'm giving you the best that I got Whenever I rock it half past 7 o clock Check Stonehenge No hair but I'm straight like a combed edge No conk that's a code Red Hardbottoms in an old head. Fake post have no legs But niggas still run with it Dumb witted (with it) You better pass the baton for your race is over Niggas rather love baking soda But need life savers When sparks fly no light sabers Patawas tryna find Vader Made you look (Major Look) I'm a psyc (sike) major Played the books as a side wager I'm good money Still nothing is taking this hood from me I'm may be refined The principals remain I just made these designs If it's crazy then fine
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With pro-wrestling as a thread throughout the album, "ManKind: The Fall" conceptually analyzes what it means to be Black in the USA

- Kee Jay Swift

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released November 13, 2015

Mankind: The Fall is a New Rap Order Production
All songs written, arranged, mixed and mastered by
Brian "SciryL" Henry & Nathaniel "!LLumiN@TE" Gasque
Track 10 Harlem Heat produced by Dave Jeffers

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