Manifesto - K.A.A.N., Big Ghost Ltd

Keep it cool and all but just don’t

Move too fast tryna catch the vibe, I mean I won’t

I’m a motherfuckin' monster boy, a living nightmare

Seen in your dreams, I give 'em night terrors

off a coke and cold one

Coltrane rips that I catch like smooth jazz

First draft round pick, a maverick like Steve Nash

Amass the master plan, I pass the gas, the pack of woods that I roll up, up

What a beautiful view from this elevation

I’ma light up a few for this meditation

Lemme do what I do, it’s just recreation

My endless imagination

Spectacular, bizarre, I’m not crazy

Hallucinating, Hallelujah

Never too much, to life

Look I’ma teach 'em all the steps, my nigga 1,2

Young Sun Tzu with a plan if it fall through

The backup sturdy, now we back up early

Tryna get it by any means that I can, nigga, nigga

Fuck you think I ain’t hip to it

Still enslaved by this sick music

My distorted vision is a bit clueless

A contortionist the way I twist the words

Dr. Kevorkian, I’m here to end it first

This ain’t a price verse, call it a consultation

Man I ain’t no star, I’m a constellation

Too high for you to ever fathom

Out in Never Never Land, I’m feeling fine

What the world…

Is about to feel…

Something…

That it’s never felt before…

What the world…

Is about to feel…

Something…

That it’s never felt before…

What the world…

Is about to feel…

Something…

That it’s never felt before…

What the world…

Is about to feel…

You heard the specifics of this

I’m not Meyer Lansky, my beginning’s humble

Lion to a gazelle, you a dime a dozen

Push it forward like Rondo, I’m pretty passive

Pensive penmanship penetrates

In the fashion that you niggas rapping like an inner race

I lapped 'em all while you sleep was like, hoe

I’m in too deep

Can’t fuck with a nigga that is mentally

Leaps and bounds above clowns, the high ground

Do this with my eyes closed and my hands tied

Run and gun, I grab the pad and spit it like a drive-by

Never mind what you speaking

Awake when you sleeping

Awaken the beast inside they can’t contain

Faced with the facts and all, I can’t complain

Came with the flow, it’s strange and not mundane, you get it

Red cup full of gin with some juice in it

I can see the signs in the sky nigga, Bruce Wayne

You a sad soul motherfucker nigga, Bruce Jenner

Transgender, confused, rapper with a complex

Put 'em in a dress on the front page of Complex

Tryna keep it all in context

Fuck a rat race, in a contest, nigga who next?

Tryna pay last month rent, too stressed

So broke, I’ma take from Unicef

Solo, never need nobody else to do this shit

So dope, you can feel the energy relayed

Look, now tell them motherfuckers listen

I’m one of one, Isaiah Thomas, Pistons

A Bill Laimbeer to all my competition

I check, assess then wreck the composition

What the world…

Is about to feel…

Something…

That it’s never felt before…

What the world…

Is about to feel…

Something…

That it’s never felt before…

What the world…

Is about to feel…