ManKind ft. donnie SHABAZZ - “Dude Love”
[Emcee(s): !LLumiN@TE and SciryL]
[Producer(s): [?]]
[Hook/Vocals: donnie SHABAZZ]
[Hook: SciryL and donnie SHABAZZ] (x2)
Tough love (Tough love), this shit is no holds barred
(This shit is no holds barred) No holds barred
I ain’t Mr. Perfect (No!) nor Dude Love
(Nor Dude Love) And I ain’t trying to go out like
Owen Hart (I ain’t trying to go out like Owen Hart)
(I ain’t trying to go out like Owen Hart) A sharpshooting star falling from
The sky (Falling from the sky) while I was trying to write
My name (While I trying to write my name)
[Verse 1: !LLumiN@TE]
If there’s no greater crime than time wasted
I’m like a two-time felon that finds his freedom papers is signed
That’s how I would describе my hiatus
Did a bid in The Matrix, but I’m home now, kicking the door down
Mr. Pronoun, first pеrson, I am
Who am who jams, go harder. We hit
Below the belt, no garter. Oh Father, Mother
Mary, ManKind is so scary, oh very black-
-berry juice, black, scary truth, hairy nut-sack
Heavy in the booth when I bust raps—I call it making
Babies, it sounds crazy, mentally ill
Verses mentally will-powered and split seconds in still
Hours, I hit records until they go pop
I aim for first place, you know it don’t stop. Even if it
Don’t chart, I’m Top 40, I’m over 30
Under 35, Charles Oakley, shoot the ball from the key
Play for [?], hard-nosed, in pursuit of a rebound
You must be senile. It’s been a while—ask yourself
If you remember me now, or was my past life
Erased from your memory file like an enemy child?
Generational genocide, Jenner Six
Genesis, sipping gin and juice, gym membership
Full-time job, good benefits, life been a bitch
But I’ve been a dick, I’m still gonna hit
[Hook: SciryL and donnie SHABAZZ] (x2)
Tough love (Tough love), this shit is no holds barred
(This shit is no holds barred) No holds barred
I ain’t Mr. Perfect (No!) nor Dude Love
(Nor Dude Love) And I ain’t trying to go out like
Owen Hart (I ain’t trying to go out like Owen Hart)
(I ain’t trying to go out like Owen Hart) A sharpshooting star falling from
The sky (Falling from the sky) while I was trying to write
My name (While I trying to write my name)
[Verse 2: SciryL]
If there was no worse crime than talent wasted
I’d tell all my homies to get back to basics. Sad to
Say this, but New York was slacking, masquerading
Masked faces, lack of patience, past
Greatness, Wu-Tang shit, that Nas/Jay shit
Now it’s grape soda, shot-chasers, time wasted
We divine with fine flavors, boom bap
Rhyme capers, ManKind skyscrapers
Since a Boy, this was my Nature
Hoping that the truth rises, knowing lies greater
Knowing that your moves silent, showing proud nature while Mother
Nature’s coming hard minus vibrator, signs of the times
And the mindframe difference between science and God
When I came up, it was, “Don’t talk
To strangers, don’t change up, and grind hard for that
Guap paper, save up,” and so we
Turn ‘em off—this the circuit-breaker. Turn ‘em on—it’s the
Percolator—and got the nine/nein like a German major
They try your life when you earn your paper with red
Eyes like The Terminator, terminate ya
Bring the heat like a furnace maker, make ‘em
Dance in the streets like a straight parader. They’re bringing
Sand to the beach, but that ain’t our nature. We bought
The salad and we ate the caper. Capers
For the major paper. We wear the mask like a Caped Crusader
Rey Mysterio or maybe Vega, Sega
CEOs getting paid to lay up like NBA
Players, they play us, and we don’t say nothing
Nope, they gave us drink, and we drank up
Huh! They gave us trees, and we ate up
Uh! Got degrees? That’s just paper that
You paid paper to get, and now they ain’t paying. I’m fed
Wow! But that’s the price of success, right?
Like, “That debt might follow you to your next life”
But I gotta get them checks, right?
I’m just trying to get my head right ‘cause I don’t know if there’s
A next time. This ain’t fast food or French fries
This is boom bap beats and the best rhymes
This is facts, mood, and get shine, eat good now
‘Cause the next joint is Fed time, tough love
ManKind
