Title: Manchild
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Tabled by: Eric (soul_mantra@hotmail.com)
Instructions:
Notices: Style: Slow Rock

Tempo: 103 BPM
Tracks: 5
Instruments:
Bars: 50

Lyric

It's true
Yo
True
Its true
Its true
Its true, yo
Yeah

[Chorus]
You got's to understand yourself (self)
You got's to understand yourself (self)
You got's to understand yourself (self)
You got's to understand your...

(it's so)
(it's so)
Envy jealously malice and pride
Now I know that love and hate can never be
Husband and bride
It's like Christ was crucified
You stand there stupefied
Correct me if i'm wrong
Expose me now if i've lied
Jehovah witnesses can witness this
Get on this rhythm track
And show MCs
What lyrical fitness is
Soda pop without the fizz
Hot sex without the jizz
How long will an artist live
If he can not handle his biz
No sliver spoon to swallow
Rugged path to follow
No guaranty of tomorrow
Buddha say you life is sorrow
I call my man Apollo
Your girl is walking now, talking now
Rap is the new cash cow
Confused take off your shoes at the door
Before you enter
I make music for love this must be business venture
A true test of my meddle
Put tea in my kettle
Keep this out in the open
Whether there is no beef to settle
Its better to be safe
Then up the creek without a paddle
Or an MC with a beef with no one around to battle
They move us like herds of cattle
Like lambs to the slaughter
No place to raise a daughter
Cant drink the tap water
Just to make quarter
Resorts to manslaughter
And still illegal immigrants
Cross the border
My god!

"causing damage with words and even syllables"
[x4]

Loving this wild style
Lifestyle
Like a 20 lova soka
Native to hip hop
Yo, we defend it like Oka
Word on the street it
The Swedish, so sweet it is
These late night radio hits catching diabetes
And labels wanna sign us to their Treaties
To duplicate the demos CDs
We staying it live like the Bee Gees
Brothers in this biz
Like the Isley
So many sistas in the back
Quite like the i3
The ivories
The Babees regarded highly
Ripping a whole new stylee
We used to listen to Main Source

"causing damage with words and even syllables"
[x2]

Back when my terrain stickers were my only vehicle
Don't you stop it
Don't you stop it
Don't you stop

Understand yourself
Understand yourself
Understand yourself

Yo i'm dreaming of more tour dates
Than the islands and the sates
My paycheque pays then rent Reggae kinks
Videotapes and I max
When I relax
Getting flashbacks from daddy's classic calypso records
Represented in my bones
The studio headphones
And i take microphones
And recite biblical verses and western themed poems
I am like Mighty Sparrow
Make you feel like hot hot like arrow slippin'
So upsetting
Sister get
Remember when every
School dance night turned into fist fight?
I used to have the nappiest hair
It never twist right
I'm spraying on the washroom floor
I couldn't piss right
And now my little senorita she say I kiss right
Rhymes encyclopedic
Like sex its orthopaedic
Like bounce with a honey
Like a Sealy pasture-pedic
Its good loving your body need it
The Sun and like seas
Like rice and peas for your soul
Let me feed it

"causing damage with words and even syllables"
[x2]

Understand yourself
Understand yourself
Understand yourself
Understand yourself
[x3]

My brain hurts!