ManKind X DJH2 ft. GypjaQ - “The Reagan Error”
\n[Emcee(s): !LLumiN@TE and SciryL]
\n[Producer(s): DJH2 (AKA H2 / Halo) {Original Instrumental from H2 - “Decisions”}]
\n[Hook/Additional Vocals: GypjaQ]
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\n[Hook: ManKind with Additional Vocals by GypjaQ]
\nMaybe I’m crazy or maybe I’m just an 80s Baby
\nMaybe I’m crazy or maybe I’m just a Reagan Baby
\nShit, we all make mistakes
\nShit, we all make mistakes—that’s what makes us great
\nSo let’s Make America Great Again
\nHuh! Let’s Make America Great Again
\nHuh! Let’s Make America Great Again
\nHa! Let’s Make America Great Again
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\n[Verse 1: !LLumiN@TE]
\nHow far the mighty has fallen
\nIs this mic on? Somebody recording? Somebody important
\nWilling to speak? Somebody supporting freedom
\nOf speech or some form of therapeutic release?
\nI do recall a time before the fall
\nBefore I sprang back into the action, before the summer of 2015
\nBaltimore uprising. I’m up, tired, and
\nGet knocked down, get back up fighting, writing
\nGetting dirty, doing God’s work, Mr. Clean
\nYou know the truth burn your mouth like Listerine
\nMr. President, 1600 Pennsylvania
\nAve resident, Resident Evil Knievel
\nPlaying Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle, playing
\nShoot the hare, win the lotto, pick your poison, let it
\nTrickle-Down, skin the goose, wear a triple-down
\nBe a Fat Cat, Pappy Mason
\nRich Porters, sons of ManKind baptized in piss
\nWater, piss-poor disorder
\nSanitized sanitation workers working for a worker’s
\nCompensation. Trump kept trying to change the conversation
\nIt’s complicated trying to win your party’s nomination
\nTrying to play the part of Ronald Reagan
\nIt’s paganomics. Cross your fingers when you make a promise
\nWhen telling lies, say they’re honest ‘til you make ‘em vomit
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\n[Hook: ManKind with Additional Vocals by GypjaQ]
\nMaybe I’m crazy or maybe I’m just an 80s Baby
\nMaybe I’m crazy or maybe I’m just a Reagan Baby
\nShit, we all make mistakes
\nShit, we all make mistakes—that’s what makes us great
\nSo let’s Make America Great Again
\nHuh! Let’s Make America Great Again
\nHuh! Let’s Make America Great Again
\nHa! Let’s Make America Great Again
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\n[Verse 2: SciryL]
\nLikely, you’re black-fitted on, black Timbs
\nBlack lenses, slacks fitted long, you know?
\nArmy fatigue, patch knitted on the jacket
\nTo match it. Capture the don in captions
\nThe newsflash rap ‘til it gone
\nIf I ain’t giving back to the squad and attacking
\nThe charts, I’d rather just catch you for flossing yours
\nThen move to the block, back with it on, no
\nNeed for the ratchet because I mack your chick
\nLike, “Go find your man, ask for his cross, come
\nBack with it on, and you and all your friends and them
\nCould come back with my boys.” Huh! Easy as that
\nWith no asking because I’m the greaziest cat
\nWho never mastered the mug, I be laughing
\nWith shrugs, the hottest cat rapping. Get slapped if
\nYou thinking you half what I was. I done lapped you
\nAnd passed you. I actually was the dude who half
\nRap, half what it was back when the boom
\nBap made it packed in the clubs and DJs
\nMade you clap, clap for the fact that it was
\nThe art form of blacks and we finally owned our own
\nMusic, we’re finally home. Right around the same
\nTime, Reagan got us enclosed, made crack and rap
\nSome rhyming, some grinding them stones
\nIn the 80s, that’s the time we was boned. Moms held me
\nHeart unhealthy, time we was grown
\nCame down with pneumonia, hotter than cold, we saw
\nThe body had a mind of its own. Pops keeping me good
\nBut got the block still guiding me on
\nOn the block, most commonly known as that young nigga
\nRiding alone. Never talk to him much
\nBut he always got his mind in the zone and rhyme in his songs
\nI see him with his shorty, and she hot as a stove. Shit, it’s
\nKind of crazy watching him grow. If there’s a lot that you know
\nThen bet there’s gonna be a lot that you don’t like, “How these
\nHating niggas jocking my flow?” So I try to expose
\nThese rap bastards, but how do you know? It’s like
\nA grain of rice hiding in snow, and I spot ‘em and know
\nThey act greasy. Really, they’re measly
\nSo ripping them easy, slide in a ho. Keep your biz
\n‘Cause I’m minding my own. No pop, ock
\nI stay hot in any climate or zone, and I get
\nOver-real when dropping these poems and trying to get
\nLoads of Bills like Monica’s dome. It’s nothing (Election Year!)\n\n
