MansSin - Bishop Nehru, Que Hampton

Man’s sin got a manic in still panic

Chills with hand while bills vanish in the hills

Focused on skill but still need krills for thrills

Cause Mama’s bills are only making her ill

Living with an ordeal the medical field can’t heal

And niggas wonder why I strive for a deal

For real you don’t feel me like ills in conceit

So Please leave the pleas I got D’s to complete

I got them calling on the weight lift

Ball hit your chest you can’t take it

Like this ain’t some shit to play with

From slave ships to shipping

Out pages of the black man’s greatest tell them

Black control the wave like the moon enter stages

Beyond being the pen by buckshot’s they duck low

Carry flow artificially like apple duck so

I just stay acting while the bust pipes the pressures on

Try to say it’s nice, twice ass forever gone

Remorse for what?

You people have done everything in the world to me

Doesn’t that give me equal right?

I can do anything I want to you people

And anytime I want to because that’s what you’ve done to me

If you spit in my face and smack me in the mouth

And throw me in solitary confinement for nothing what do you think (fades aways)

Through time the mind travels

Fucking with these punchlines You’ll find gravel

Deep in the pits of hell it gets sweaty

Be burned or drop funk heavy, every line get a plus

Like Chevy you can tell by the grill

Crack a smile the cook up is real

They still over looking, fuck it

Let’s get out these dreams through the mic

And hit the lotto like book em'

These niggas skating nice try to book em'

But he knows the pages like the finger tip and flip it

Proceed to spit the writtens niggas can’t predict my diction

Click the pause rewind and listen it’s missing your disses

I ain’t wasting time there’s greatness in the distance

These nigges spitting waste shit

Dirtiest cops that take kids and put them in their early grave

No mistake no remorse on his face straight hate can’t learn to love us power of

refine they only love her they ain’t even undercover

But my people in there slumber

I’m sick of man sin it’s wearing me thin

So bearing the pen is the only apparent care that’s with in

Written in winds like Witten getting them tight to the end

The titan eyes will remember till he’s in

He’s grave with the spin

Even then i’ll underestimate

Through my celebration take place to praise him

And I separate from the fake scum

Fuck a play son these snake niggas nowadays will take crumbs

It’s cake to sum and that sum means all

So whether a biggie or a small

If a pennies involved then the problem gets solved

Because looking soft is awful

It’s all full and I’m full

Ussually I’m on E and i’m needing to pull

Got my toes in deep now I creep and I eat with the wolves

And still I keep peace and deliver to the sheep

Cause you sow what you reap and the loot must repeat

I haven’t done enough I might be ashamed of that

For not doing enough for not giving enough

For not being more perceptive for not being aware enough

For not understanding