MansSin

[Verse 1: Bishop Nehru] Man's sin got em manikin still panicked in Chills with hand while bills vanish in the hills Focused on skill but still need krills for thrills Cause Mama's bills are only making her ill Living with an ordeal the medical field can't heal cnd niggas wonder why I strive for a deal For real you don't feel me like eels in the sea So Please leave the pleas I got Deeds to complete [Verse 2: Que Hampton] I got them calling on the weight lift Bar hit your chest you can't take it Like this ain't some shit to play with From slave ships to shipping Out pages of the black man's greatest tell them Black control the wave like the moon enter stages Beyond being the pen I buckshot's they duck low Carry flow artificially like aqueducts soo I just stay active while they bust pipes the pressures on Try to say it's nice, twice as forever gone [Chorus 1: Charles Manson] Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me Doesn't that give me equal right? I can do anything I want to you people cnd anytime I want to because that's what you've done to me If you spit in my face and smack me in the mouth cnd throw me in solitary confinement for nothing what do you think (fades aways) [Verse 3: Que Hampton] Through time the mind travels Fucking with these punchlines You'll find gravel Deep in the pits of hell it gets sweaty Be burned or drop funk heavy, every line get a plus Like Chevy you can tell by the grill Crack a smile then cook em is real They still over looking, f*ck it Let's get out these dreams through the mic cnd hit the lotto like book em' These niggas skating nice try to book em' But he knows the pages like the finger tip and flip it Proceed to spit the writtens niggas can't predict my diction Click the pause rewind and listen dismssing your disses I ain't wasting time there's greatness in the distance These niggas spitting waste shit Dirty as cops that take kids and put them in their early grave No mistake no remorse on his face straight hate can't learn to love us power unrefined they only love her they ain't even undercover But my people in there slumber [Verse 4: Nehru] I'm sick of man sin it's wearing me thin So bearing the pen is the only apparent care that's with in Written in winds like Witten getting them tight to the end The titan eyes will remember till he's in He's grave with the spin Even then i'll underestimate them Through my celebration take place to praise him I separate from the fake scum F*ck a plate son these snake niggas nowadays will take crumbs It's cake to sum and the sum means all So whether a biggie or a small If a pennies involved then the problem gets solved Cause looking soft is awful It's all bull and I'm full Usually I'm on E and i'm needing to pull Got my toes in deep now I creep and I eat with the wolves Still I keep peace and deliver to the sheep Cause you sow what you reap and the loop must repeat [Chorus 2: Charles Manson] I haven't done enough I might be ashamed of that For not doing enough for not giving enough For not being more perceptive for not being aware enough For not understanding