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Manifesto  this is what we want to see happen 
for my peoples still breakin graf writin and rappin 
I rock the mic right and exact my life's my sacrifice 
Take my mic and I'm like a Chinese man with no rice 
Oh yeah we flippin through the pages of time  to find design 
Like Vaseline on the faces of Black Georgia  we shinin 
Deeper than petroleum jelly  we in the air like conversations 
on celly and just appear like stretch marks on bellies 
after givin birth you had to let go, you playin for life 
The Manifesto, here comes the beat because I said so keep pushin 
I got the cushion for the seat of your soul 
Back in the day they stole our smile, so we clothe our teeth in gold 
and we frontin, from nigga to kid, to Son of God 
It's wild dependin on labels for man woman and child 
My style just is, all that's seen and all that's heard 
God gave us music so we play with our words 
So when Tek be in constant meditation like a monk 
while Kweli speaks in tongues to get your intellect drunk 
yo we bound to take over the 90\% of your brain that you ain't usin 
To us it's life or death we keep you chosin 

Every shook eye ain't seen, every goodbye ain't gone 
Ain't no rest for the weary yo forever it's on 
The Manifesto, establishes a hip-hop order 
Movin upon the face of the water, like Reflections 

Aiyyo all the real MC's can meet me outside 
So we can decide how we gonna change the tide 
like the moon we on the Earth takin a ride around the Sun 
Now Son we only just begun, and the journey's far from done 
We all miss you, what your brain gone fishin like Walter Mosley? 
There's an MC that can hold me, supposedly? 
No one could come close to me, only, the family really know me 
Hip-Hop's last hope like Obi Wan Kenobi 
Through your television I'm shinin light like a train 
Comin out like earthworms when it rains, bringin it 
like the C.I.A. be bringin in crack cocaine bailin out of planes 
with the George Bush connections, I push Reflection 
like I'm sellin izm, like a dealer buildin the system 
Supply and the demand it's all capitalism 
Niggaz don't sell crack cause they like to see blacks smoke 
Niggaz sell crack cause they broke, my battle lyrics 
get concious minds provoked and ghetto passes revoked 
cause we surrounded by the evil, you know that the people's minds 
is feeble they believe in it, even if it don't make sense 
This makin dollars shit, don't take a scholar to 
see what's goin on around you, either you widdit or you ain't 
is what it comes down to, have you forgotten? 
We pickin 100\% designer name brand cotton 
They still plottin, my Third Eye is steady watchin 

Every shook eye ain't seen, every goodbye ain't gone 
Ain't no rest for the weary yo forever it's on 
The Manifesto, establishes a hip-hop order 
Movin upon the face of the water, like Reflections 

(Yeah see that's what I'm talkin about, it be the slaughter man 
We need to break it down because these heads 
they don't know what they talkin about 
Frontin all this nonsense, yo break it down) 

From open mics to solutions I got a collage of answers 
and a ten point program, just like the Black Panthers 
One: First respect yourself as an artist 
If you don't respect yourself then your rhymes is garbage 
Two: Make sure your crew is as tight as you 
cause when them niggaz fallin off they gonna bring you down too 
Three: Understand the meaning of MC 
The power to Move the Crowd like Moses split the seas 
Four: Know your shit and don't ever be blunted 
If you don't know what your words mean then your rhymes mean nothin 
Five: Kick facts in the raps, and curse with clarity 
What's a curse when language is immersed in vulgarity 
Six: We gonna fix industrial poli-tricks 
Shit they made an artform out of ridin dicks 
Seven: We soldiers for God needin new recruits 
So if you rhymin for the loot then youse a prostitute 
but Eight: Acknowledge that you need food on your plate 
In order to say your grace make sure your business is straight 
Nine: We buildin black minds with intelligence 
and when you freestyle, keep the subject matter relevant 
Ten: Every MC grab a pen 
and write some concious lyrics to tell the children 
I'll say it again, every MC find you a pen 
And drop some concious shit for our children 
The Manifesto!

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