Infinite Pockets from Manners by Homeboy Sandman & Brand The Builder

Plain and simple here’s the scoop
I wisk an instrumental to a window into truth
See I could feel the tingle either single or in a group
My house got ill repute
This body isn’t just for looking cute
Now folks wanna say my name but if it’s still in vain I’ll often interfere to make it clear I got the Minute Maid
No need for patience wit the realization it is not a game, it happens faster than a bullet train
I don’t need to do a dance to make it rain
I don’t be on the gram
I hold my hand over a naked flame
How’s these suckas fake is such a God forsaken shame
For goodness sake
It’s like there’s nothing sacred time to make a change
My heart is breaking but I can’t complain
I’ll be here kicking butt and taking names
Hey
There ain’t a tackle that I couldn’t make
There ain’t a shackle that i couldn’t break
Peep how the cowards tried to inject me with the virus but it wouldn’t take
They couldn’t kill me if they stabbed me wit a wooden stake
I took the L and didn’t feel ashamed
I’m in my shell but wasn’t throwing shade
I’m 42 and still in shape
Aerobics like the laker team
Lost and found for stolen moments
I am focused as a laser beam ,
And nothings made up
Nothing’s make up
Nothing’s maybeline
Nothing’s make believe,
Everything not what they make it seem
My only outlet is to make a scene
Instead of Hennessy i build a head of steam
And much prefer to be a rebel in the street than pebble in a stream
I rock my stripes like I’m a referee
I rock my colors like a evergreen
And got the energy for seven days a week
Far as my self esteem I’m from the special breed that wouldn’t take a seat,
And gettin mines by any means
I do confess and still the best at guessing jellybeans
Evaporate the chilly freeze
I advocate for peace and circumnavigate the chilli cheese
Don’t fear the strength of any military
Don’t fear the blade of any guillotine
I’m worth your while
I birthed this style as a child gettin teased
Whatever doesn’t feel it I can kill it if bleeds
Depending on the mood or on the altitude I move at different speeds
And also welcome refugees
To shoot the breeze
I walked the streets of queens and sailed the seven seas,
I got a lot of different recipes
Peep
I’m deadin all the beef,
My smile’ll help you settle down
And raise morale when things are getting bleak
Cheese!
I’m known to take it to the furthest extremes
Adept and give direction like zemekis when my records get streamed
Beg your pardon, maybe cup of joe but no lean
I’m like parliament meets dolly pardon singing “Jolene”
Mighta noticed produce got the protein
Go green
I’m the golden nugget, winning bucket for the home team
Lightning bolt chic
Last of the hold outs
No doubt
Don’t speak,
Y’all creeps, that don’t get the gist free to kiss both cheeks,
Know what I mean?
Here’s to chasing dreams instead of circulating memes
Up the sleeves
Cut the thievery, cut the legalese
Hella corny tryna tell me bout the chorus that it needs
Ain’t gon never see the forest for the trees
Please
I rock for Gs
And not for Gs
And rock fatigues
And not fatigued
Peace

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Brooklyn