CAPITAL TAX - Styles I Manifest lyrics

rate me

[TMD]

I bust the devestatin rhymes like a sumo flex

to put the crook in your neck, so be glad you met, the vet

who's set, to explode into the next mode

No time to be scared, just time to get prepared

for the fly verses I be kickin chattin through the speaker

And keepin my grip, like sneakers for the weaker

as I be gettin vicious and malicious for the suckers

Cause they be like scrumptious... MMMMM...

like snacks, for the cats that be starvin

And I'll be gettin it on like Marvin, so I beg your pardon

for the moment, as I be gettin suave like shavin cream

Then scream, but keep my balance standin on the beam

As if a gymnast, I'm in this

Flippin the tracks, for the wack, who need a smack, and all that

stuff cause I'm out to kick the rough

porcupine-backed raps, that have ya hot like the claps

But there's no cure, see I'm the conniseur

I'm pure like the coke like they snortin

and indeed this is important for the restless,

no more I can like stress

Get a load of this.. yo.. the styles I manifest

Styles I manifest

Now it's my turn, so listen and learn as I proceed

The microphone is mine so it's time to make it bleed

Feed me bread and wanted to watch me grow like a seed

but if you pull a gun then I would flee (see-ya)

But until then, I'll break wind, excuse me

Fan it with my hand so I can execute the plan

Number two on the roster, deadly like the third rail

and rhymes that I say now make my old ones like sound stale

Oh well I can tell, it's swell

Flowin like melted snow runnin down the hill

Headed for the gutter but I'm slick like butter

And mom's is my girlfriend, and no I didn't stutter

(so whattup?) So whattup with the styles I manifest

I switch em up like needle trains

Stay on top of things and come sharp like razor blades

And never come the same as the last one

And you can ask em (why?) cause I'ma surpass em

with the styles I manifest

Styles I manifest

Yeah, the styles I manifest, uhh

Yeah, ya don't stop..

Yeah, uhh

C'mon.. c'mon.. and ya don't stop..

Check..

And ya don't quit.. hey..

C'mon.. hey.. hey..

Check it out

The styles I manifest (yo the styles you manifest)

Comin crazy fat like the breasts upon your chest

To girls I be referrin, cause ducks get the cumsack

Ridin upon my jock as if I was on a horseback

Ride up the trail, gettin tipsy off the ale

I feel kinda swale so it's time to tip the scale

So I shall uplift this, cause rhymin is terrific

And if I get specific, my talent is like - gifted

as if the late Miles Davis or the great Sammy

Cause I be droppin that dope hip-hop, yo understand me

Once knew a skeezer by the name her name was Tammy

But didn't chill too long cause this hoe she wanted dough

So off I went, cause no money's gettin spent

or lint like loansharks be doin, cause I was out pursuin

rap stardom with the styles I manifestin

I keep ya steadily guessin, cause yo nevertheless when

I speak upon the metal piece, I gets my props

Feds are the cops so I bounce like shots

The bass drum be givin it juice like a tomato

Cause "Nothin Compares 2 U" which is me, ask Sinead O', Connor

Cause I'ma, much more different person here to stress

(whassup) the styles I manifest

Yeah, the styles I manifest

The styles I manifest

The styles I manifest

Check it out, the styles I manifest

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