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letra de mr. mcmahon (dafawkyoumean) - mankind (sciryl & n8!)

mankind ft. negus gold phoenix and lexus – “mr. mcmahon (dafawkyoumean)”
[emcee(s): !llumin@te, negus gold phoenix, and sciryl]
[producer(s): [?]]
[hook/vocals: lexus]

[verse 1: !llumin@te]
yeah, i know
i know, yeah, all lives matter
but all lives ain’t getting battered, hit with
the same pitch, shift, the tone of it changes
i’m speaking in a whole other language, a poem
full of anguish, never despair, i know it’s better
i could smell death in the air like old cheddar. when i’m
rosetta stoned, i can see the code ledger
the result has no chill, just cold weather
i see dead people, we’re fighting bullet-in-the-
-head evil with a pull-it-‘til-they’re-dead creedo
we know lethal weapons of fear
mel gibsons never mess up their hair—just make ‘em look good
make sure the victim looks hood
say the parents wanna see peace, but when we see ‘em, we just
see grief. they’re wading in the water, three feet
as we speak the complexion of truth. all lives
matter, my question to you: the f-ck you mean?

[verse 2: negus gold phoenix]
see the g*nius of the gold phoenix. two-thousand
fifteen, b-tch. everywhere, but you can’t see him
like john cena. better believe this is balling without
twitter, i’m spitting from the top of the arena
drop it like nagasaki on top of the j-ps, say it back
turnbuckle, typewrite, page gets the same rap
rage on the track, this is test on the day triple h
married mcmahon, or is he norton with a
blade for her pops for the way that he dropped “n-gga”
back then? just kidding. they’re cutting up
“all lives matter, except n-ggas.” the f-ck you mean?
viewed the work. when i peeped, that it ain’t how it seems
stereotypes deaf in mono whites to the other side
making black plight unheard of even in
places racists educate us not to blame the system for us
getting murdered. at the root, tell the truth. where were you
as mankind tossed down, getting done in
from what the devils do? i got the scoop on what you
put in, but it ain’t enough, pudding. i’ma need the proof
the f-ck you mean?

[interlude: sciryl]
yo, i got some question, man. yo

[verse 3: sciryl]
if all lives matter, why you ain’t defending all
lives on your online chatter? of course y’all
have to see the law’s not after all lives. most
the time, you see poor lives shattered, but i get it
you’re right. all lives matter, but why you only
repping all lives when we’re talking ‘bout black ones?
like your flight hasn’t been the cause of our madness while we’re
working on supporting our blackness all the time
for the tribe, for the squad, for the pride, for the
lies i was taught since a child. hear the sound of
your n-gga. black man, i’m your mirror
the glass shatters in the flash of a picture
the last dance. uh! your last chance to be
the victor—that or the victim. i asked
“why?” to the class and got “that’s just the system”
that made me think like, “how could that be when
the system is us?” the f-ck you mean?
it’s every day—this ain’t hiccups—in every way
this ain’t bishops. n-gga, this is kings
and queens getting hit up. kings county out
to queens, get your kicks run, run it off
get to running like you’re running back, kicks, punt, maybe get a gun
pack it in your slacks, package of the drugs
clap it if he act, scr-pping, hit him up [?]
stop it with the fronting, acting like you’re bad and savage with the ‘matic
half that sh-t is dumb. saddest sh-t is half that sh-t is fun
macking with the thugs, jacking n-ggas up
ratchet in the tuck, yapping at the gums
catch it in the slums, b-st-rd with a son soon to be
a b-st-rd when it all comes crashing to a halt
that quick is done (that quick is done, n-gga)
that quick is done, son, so i’m only asking you
once

- mankind sciryl n8

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