Tytuł: Manifest

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[CLEF:]
  I woke up this morning
  I was feeling kind of high
  It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
  Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,
  Jah Rhastafari,
  Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,
  Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples
  Give me a clue who could do this to you?
  The kid on the block who makes less money than you.
  Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver
  All he got to do is deliver the savior
  Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck
  My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
  The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest
  I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest
  Father if possible, pass this cup before me,
  But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.
  
  [LAURYN:]
  You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
  I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
  And time it turned,
  He tried to burn me like a perm
  Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn
  From um, some, dumb woman, was I,
  And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.
  My heart must have died a thousand deaths
  Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath
  Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
  I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
  Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
  Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
  when my peoples would protest,
  I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex
  More than just the sex
  I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
  I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test
  I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
  But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST
  
  [PRAZ:]
  Gun-clap Shell cap,
  Got them crawling on they back
  Come through with the Fu
  They be who the F**k is that
  It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu
  Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil
  Lethal injection, witness protection
  Refugee camp's under investigation
  Gunshot bursts in all directions
  For the wack MC's we read your revelations
  Discharge through your pores
  Get raw and kill Boors
  I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour
  Some manifest, with slugs in they chest
  God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West