MANIFESTO – English Lyrics

• By: Tyler, The Creator
• Album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the raw and reflective world of Tyler, The Creator's "MANIFESTO"! This song is a masterclass in contemporary hip-hop, blending sharp, socially conscious lyrics with a distinctive production style. Learning English through "MANIFESTO" offers a unique opportunity to grasp nuanced expressions of personal struggle, societal commentary, and artistic evolution. It's an unfiltered look into the mind of a groundbreaking artist, making it special for anyone wanting to connect with modern English and cultural discourse.

[English]

Lil' white bitch gon' say

"You need to say something about that"

"You need to say somethin' 'bout Black-"

Bitch, suck my...

Yeah (go time!)

That ain't your religion, you just followin' your mammy

She followed your granny, she obeyed master

Did y'all even ask up 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, bitch

We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit

Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit

I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (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 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 fuck?

I'm tapped in 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 shit (skrrt)

Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit

What's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch

I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)

Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)

I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit

Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her

Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin

I say it with my chest out

You say it 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 to 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' shit up (sorry)

So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want

Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em

Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina

So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds

And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down

We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)

'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "What the fuck now?"

They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and 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 shit is hittin' the fan, Scott

Shit 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 fuckin' hobby)

Shit

Ain't nobody perfect

Well, at least y'all ain't, heh

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