Manilla

Lyrics

We are a people who have historically been on the verge on extinction
 Freeway
 We have been at many times, under much stress
 Since being brought into this country
 On many, many slave ships
 Preparations, reparations from segregation
 Genius at Genesis, master system SEGAs
 Punjabi mommy, dissecting Vedas on Samaveda
 Anointed players who coin phrases, that's metal paper
 Level layers, several shades of grey, submission for it
 MILF lover under silk covers who kiss her horses
 Pilates central to preservin' the body temple
 Jazz classics combatin' the fattest ass, status
 Quotient; my potions soakin' like boats in oceans
 Motion sickness, I overdid all my finesse pack
 Multidecker, new refreshment, lesson from jet snacks
 My momma wisdom, my competition is setbacks
 Jetlaggin', very swaggered and my Jordans dirty
 AMG performance, my foreign don't show no mercy
 Mere products, objects, meaningless to the over-standards
 Contemplatin' with industralists and social planners
 Manillas!
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us God said
 Life's work, overseeing the Five Classics
 You can accomplish anything if you survive blackness
 Sober living, Kosher kitchen, and co-defendants
 Soda sippin', the soakin' rhythms, and global vision
 Fear no verdict, but I feel allergic to local prisons
 My new resurgence, a due return into socialism
 Youth moves pay dividends as an old man
 Snake-headed Mayan goddess body with gold hands
 Father sins, send his twins into the underworld
 Though legendary, I weapon carry for same goals
 My Februarys is necessary to save souls
 Epileptic diamonds flicker foolish on the cuff wrist
 Do my duty to be useless to the fuck shit
 Manufacture finished goods to service local needs
 Dashboards lack the means to show my total speeds
 Fast forward floors forge orchids to golden me
 Construct the future with thirty bars
 Long tenures, I'm returning home to thirty cars
 Jasmine necklace from a poor woman on Hindu streets
 I gave her Rupees, she gave me beauty, I temple creep
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us God said
 Roman logic, Greek prophets, and add tutors
 Be more young'ns, they 12 o'clock, and then jump the scooters
 Through entertainment, I end the training to run the future
 In time check off my checkouts, too much for your computers
 Chakra waves, singin' boats, stirring up Dalai Lama
 Creation, step in my mental selection Bobby Konders
 Nightmare women, dream girls, and body monsters
 Don't confuse my tempation battles for batty mantras
 Sole pilot til' my reputation is bodhisattva
 Worked the Boticelli saw Venus in this topless opera
 Lost the combination need security to come and pop-a-lock'a
 Still no drinkin', just bought this champagne here to wash this vodka
 Punk band merchandise patches on leather coats
 Tell you tales of illegal sales by fedded boats
 Swallowed by waves, the hollow graves, they'll never float
 Sunken ships carried slaves, tokens to western coasts, Manillas
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us
 Don't ruin us, don't ruin us, don't ruin us God said
 Copper alloy bracelet forms were recognized and used as currency for
 Transactions in the 15th century to the mid 20th century.
 Their metal content varied from copper to brass.
 Most Manilla were manufactured in England or France,
 And like trade beads, were used for trades with Africa.
 The local chiefs on the slave coast of West Africa traded their human
 Cargo for many different commodities and Manilla was one of them.
 This Manilla was manufactured in Birmingham between 1830 and 1850, was
 Being shipped to Africa to be bartered for one slave, each manilla.
 These slaves were then packed into hulls of ships and taken to the
 West Indies and the Americas to be sold for vast profits if they did
 Not die from the journey.
 The Duoro was one of the slave ships,
 Would trade goods on their way to Africa to pick up
 Their human cargo, when she hit a rock and sank in 1843
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:27
Key
4
Tempo
140 BPM

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