lirik lagu talk of mane & bruh - lukah & statik selektah
[verse 1:]
mane was a wicked n~gga scandalous scams
hoppin out of vans pushing contraband through the land
saw the gang firsthand it’s programmed
his pops take ’em riding as he served
his every word and tricks so mane sat back and observed
full of verve ’til the day he and his pops quickly swerved into a curve
on that day some say pop got what he deserved
mane was a nerve ’cause possible move
no response to his words
the gun burst hit his shoulder but it must’ve hit a nerve
’cause pops bled out and mane had to watch
it was the worst adifferent type of hurt
so when those sullen waters main submerged
they f~cked him up when this occurred
and for mane life was adverse
speaking from experience
death can have a brain really disturbed
the trauma mane on earth
this instance put a strain on his life
mane knew wrongful right to get most of his dirt out of spite
a mane numerous tribal structure, mother was a bit of spike
she’d get abused and abused him
mane had to live the cycle
manes old,but still starving
another system’s target section eight apartments
mane’s pop got slaughtered, mother really didn’t raise him or love him
never did nothing for him no affection at all
never kissed him or hugged him
so mane a hub on the blocks and punching the clock
you’d rather rush spots, take chances stripping and breaking locks
they said mane could get rocks, mane could get pills
mane could get glass on the tree he had deals
mane was a powder junkie tracks up his arms
’cause of that monkey straight fiend
but mane function real well when he needed money
mane was grungy
but on one of these days he got a lucky
mane he really needed to fix it f~cked around, got left with robbery
he got too comfy eventually that itchy he couldn’t resist
would make him dummy mane brain began decaying
movements, became a little sluggy
mane would take what he stole with the hopes
to trade for the white love remains the real true druggie
so mane made a false decision ’cause bro, don’t f~ck around with two glizzies with ’em
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to catch bro slipping, but bros one of them n~ggas that if you get him you gotta k!ll him
but mane rob them and let them living
and now the streets are conversating
somehow it got back to bruh it may be laying
bro excels in house paying for him murders exhilarating
and if bruh i don’t do something then he pulls up demonstrating them two glocks
don’t get to erasing the sp~wn of satan
literally
and little did they know they about to repeat history
but his father was a known kingpin, had enemies after the polls, the threat within murdered would be remedied
the reason for mane’s misery and food addiction was rather than life competition
pops had ambition my father despised
his dead father chose to k!ll him because of the solidified power position he knew that mane would have to bear witness
a mane scarred for life
now, let me bring us full circle
mane thinks he’s scot free
but bruh, don’t do him something hurtful
bruh gon’ clip him on sight
’cause bruh the type that’s non~verbal
mane called em broad day
but this bruh is nocturnal
mane’s life had been infernal to this day, but soon slipped
mane chose the wrong road because he didn’t read the script
passed out in his right
vulnerable on this trip
bruh popped like his pops left him leakin in his whip, word
[outro:]
you know, i’ve often wondered how anybody can think that black people are non~verbal
in fact, we talk a lot, especially to one another
it’s a recognized fact that black people have a very strong oral tradition
but many white americans, as well as some blacks, attach a stigma to the black way of talking, rather than considering it as a rich and patterned dialect of english with its own well~established structure
right now i’m headed to south holland, though he got some new sh~t dropping
listen to that sh~t. hey, man
hey, what’s up man?
i just knocked on my window
i tried to cop a juice man
what’s up man? nothing. man one. man
you say, what ain’t you? yo, man
man, i don’t know nothing you talking about right now, bruh
move around man
just trying to cop a zip, man
just say move around, ugly man
just hold on
i didn’t i just say, move around, n~gga
get your ugly federal form and blart mall cop lookin ass
back away from me, n~gga
i don’t know nothing about nothing but some music, huh?
if you ain’t bumpin lukah, move your ass around, lil b~tch ass n~gga, man
get your ass back
motherf~cking secret agent ass n~gga
what you the police?
what, you wearing a wire?
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