Manifest from Clocks&Mirrors by AARIE

Verse One:

They go out of they way just to break and shame me
I push ‘em out the way, switchin’ lanes, I’m crazy
I shoulda had a plaque before day I was 18
Just giving you the facts in my statement, stating
When I would keep it real, they were not relating
My last sign of hope was that props you gave me
I’d rather kill a crowd than sit in front of you smiling
Rotting away, plus my style’s amazing
Listen I been official, my nigga, so sit down
I’m building my shit up, while tearing your shit down
Got the fire inside, ready to spit rounds
So gather your shit clowns, prepare to get hit now
Still getting comfortable right now
Fuck what you like, your hype’s nothing to my sound
Went from a couple of beats rockin’, now all of your peeps jockin’
Going blind, getting stuck in them lights now
Shattering dreams, I mean crushing your lifestyle, it's curtains
Death in threes, like the Grim Reaper’s Sam Perkins
Black mask and black bags come in service
When crabs in a bucket kill each other on purpose
I stay lurkin’, waiting in the shadows
The battle is never certain, I’m back to tell you I’m workin’
And this the manifesto..
Unconventional strength, swift with finesse though
Roll your sleeves and let’s go


Verse Two:

It’s the return of the Deebo Era
Chains getting snatched in broad day, couldn’t see no clearer
Like Clubber Lang in a 4-finger ring
Up and flip, rearrange, bust your shit, we the blame
I don’t play no games and I don’t say no names
I guess I was impatient, thinking they gon’ change
Plus all I ever knew was the strength and honor
And if you ever did me wrong than respect the karma
You address the drama then you expect nirvana
You neglect and con us and still I kept my promise
My words cold, yeah the flow is the Susquehanna
More or less I’m plottin’, if you’re upset, you got it
I’m on a roll flippin’ should probably be road trippin’
I don’t know different, they tell me I don’t listen
They said I’m hard-headed, I think they getting warmer
To kill me, you’re gonna need the shit that killed Dorner
Manifest the thoughts I can confess
I work, build, and invest, exalt no man that's less
Both hands, I’m ambidex’, should gamble less
Just tell the ref, raise my hands, I’m headed west, c’mon.

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• conscious hip hop
• lyrical hip-hop
• underground hip hop
• Pittsburgh