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My name is manicfire
I wrote this a couple years back, it’s hiphop lyrics, but I don’t grow weed anymore or condone drug use. Original content, I can flow on any beat, lemme know if you got instrumentals.
I don’t give a fuck about your newsfeed
I just wanna hear a fuckin new beat everywhere I go becomes a nude beach
I don’t give a fuck about a prerolled cause I’m already pre-rolled
on swag
Be null and void with a tag on your toe
Rags for your bones with have the juices flowin
Grow chronic to a chronic timeline, knew this bloke who is subsonic with his punchlines
I only know me. I wrote free, I give heat, solely by need to grow weed, but I smoke til it’s all gone, you think your to me dear but your a fawn, spawn of lazy deeds. Every day I chew up rappers, fuck the candy, I ain’t sweet, I’m demanding you gimme the mic, I love the lights, that project from your eyes, lying told by the pride, move that aside and fight! I’m providing you sight! Siding with MIGHT!
Pubs and sonic the hedgehog will provide only speeding up and slowing down, panic hogs like a ham lit by a glowing river of fire that astounds, the ground heats to the desire and glass is created from the wires of rhythm, dance syndrome, can’t stop moving like the quivering oceans, slivers of grooving tree wood proving these notions are reality
Callouses need to be earned
Trees need to be burned
Fees are not learned
Fabricated price for a turn
Make your move or discern your words
Birds fly, celebrating the zoom, the earth
Spins like obligated propellers, killers win when they are frustrated and give up, I tell herds to live it up, yet they sin and thrust themselves into drugs instead of placing their art on the shelf, make money off emotions and mistakes, dry ass flow like yours is funny, need an ocean of lotion to retake
Your false thrown, have your balls thrown, in a palace of baked fakes, I’m tall but I will short the market, bid on your failure, a grid makes your choices limited, winning this is hopeless, shoot dope less, use this rope to test the climb down, from your high horse, something is weighing us down, and it ain’t a scale, it’s your fails
I don’t give a fuck about your newsfeed
I just wanna hear a fuckin new beat everywhere I go becomes a nude beach
I don’t give a fuck about a prerolled cause I’m already pre-rolled
on swag
Be null and void with a tag on your toe
Rags for your bones with have the juices flowin
Grow chronic to a chronic timeline, knew this bloke who is subsonic with his punchlines
I only know me. I wrote free, I give heat, solely by need to grow weed, but I smoke til it’s all gone, you think your to me dear but your a fawn, spawn of lazy deeds. Every day I chew up rappers, fuck the candy, I ain’t sweet, I’m demanding you gimme the mic, I love the lights, that project from your eyes, lying told by the pride, move that aside and fight! I’m providing you sight! Siding with MIGHT!
Pubs and sonic the hedgehog will provide only speeding up and slowing down, panic hogs like a ham lit by a glowing river of fire that astounds, the ground heats to the desire and glass is created from the wires of rhythm, dance syndrome, can’t stop moving like the quivering oceans, slivers of grooving tree wood proving these notions are reality
Callouses need to be earned
Trees need to be burned
Fees are not learned
Fabricated price for a turn
Make your move or discern your words
Birds fly, celebrating the zoom, the earth
Spins like obligated propellers, killers win when they are frustrated and give up, I tell herds to live it up, yet they sin and thrust themselves into drugs instead of placing their art on the shelf, make money off emotions and mistakes, dry ass flow like yours is funny, need an ocean of lotion to retake
Your false thrown, have your balls thrown, in a palace of baked fakes, I’m tall but I will short the market, bid on your failure, a grid makes your choices limited, winning this is hopeless, shoot dope less, use this rope to test the climb down, from your high horse, something is weighing us down, and it ain’t a scale, it’s your fails
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