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mankind (sciryl & n8!) – the nature boy كلمات اغاني

mankind _ “the nature boy”
[emcee(s): !llumin@te and sciryl]
[producer(s): [?]]

[verse 1: !llumin@te]
woo!
clean as a mu’f_cking whistle
blow me if you think it ain’t official. i’m a harlem n_gga
i got fly jeans, it’s in my nature, boy!
i am one with the creator, boy!  what i exude
is front page news, you just a paper boy
your poor taste lacks flavor, boy
this is black pride, black excellence, a black tie
f_ck a noose—never ask why. i got the juice
i’m a bad guy, brass ring in my
back side since hulk hogan wants a black eye
i will bring trouble your way. i came up
in n.w.a.—“f_ck tha police”
f_ck the law, f_ck ‘em all—we can both cheat
feeling grand, i’m an og. i understand
what your plan is, n_gga, you ain’t lowkey
it’s sl!ck rick with the rope piece

[verse 2: sciryl]
to the blond_haired white man, why you got them brass knuckles?
why you don’t fight fair? alligator shoes, said the price
is a light grand. paper burn out like
a flare in the night’s air. something on your nose, it appears
to be white, yeah. looks like powdered
sugar. why i heard you lowkey the pusher?
the grapevine said you got the hookups for cook_up
and also the hookup for hookers. the homies think you
got a wire sitting on your chest like a pushup bra
and you lowkey trying to book us, dawg, so what’s up?
you ain’t here, trying to put nothing on me
gold rolly turn to cuffs when i look up, homie. well, i ain’t
in a brawl, but what the og figure_four/for?
the o_z not a digit more, and if
my chi is not feeling wrong, i might get involved
(maybe) nah (nah). walked away, thinking:
don’t get your leg locked in chain gangs and end up doing
fed time for just pot. the jakes ain’t kind to the
young black. the young black game blang_blang. they don’t give a f_ck
if we buck shots or g_ngb_ng. they could care
less if we bus stop or take trains. they don’t give
a f_ck if we puff pot or slang ‘caine—same thing
and by their nature, boys get away with it, but if
booker t. did it, things would just weigh differently
witness to the way the game glitches, to the pain they
inflicted, to the way you could die all over
lane_switching. we rise ‘cause we’re tired. they print that we
riot. we’re dying. they try to deny it like
“shhh, shhh, stop speaking, be quiet. la, la, la, la, la, la”
they don’t want to hear—“la, la, la, la, la”
when we riding, they already say that we violent
we childish, we’re heathens, demons, monsters
we not though. we gleaming, we decent, we modest
we c_cky, we hungry, we fly, we
eating this sh_t ‘til we find out the reason that
there ain’t no season. this garden we started, but
something is growing regardless. all in our nature
we got it, got it (got it), got it (got it)
(woo!) good

- mankind sciryl n8

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