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Tyler The Creator - MANIFESTO (feat. Domo Genesis) (Remastered 2022)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Domo Genesis
Domo Genesis
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Host
Jimmy Smith
Jimmy Smith
Sampled Artist
Redman
Redman
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Composer
Dominique Cole
Dominique Cole
Lyrics
Barry White
Barry White
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Bobby Mota
Bobby Mota
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jonathan Pfarr
Jonathan Pfarr
Assistant Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil' white bitch gon' say
"You need to say something about that"
"You need to say something 'bout black—"
Bitch, suck my—
(Go time) Yeah
[Verse 1]
That ain't in your religion, you just following your mammy
She followed your granny, she obeyed master
Did y'all even ask up questions? It's holes in them stories
Is it holes in your blessings?
Yeah, I'm bold with the message
I know I ain't got the answer
But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer
I'ma groove to my own drums
Sunlight in my shadow, baby
Move till my soul comes
Let them serpents rattle, baby
[Verse 2]
Cracking like broke porcelain, bitch
We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit
Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit
I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)
Finders keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness
If I see peace, I'm like a fiend, uh, gotta have it (Ooh ooh)
Lord, cover me, I'm going in
Walls closing in
How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?
Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type
Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right
What the fuck?
I'm tapping the matrix
I'm back and they hate it
I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)
Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement
I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazing, you dig?
What?
On God, now
[Verse 3]
I came a long way from my past, ****, it's obvious
V12 engine, I'm fishtailing on some sloppy shit (Skrrt)
Internet bringing old lyrics up, like I hide the shit
What's your address, I could probably send you a copy, bitch
I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers
Protesting outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger
I was a teener, tweeting Selena crazy shit
Didn't wanna offend her, apologized when I seen her
Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin
I say it with my chest out
You say it with your chest in, **** (Say it with your chest, ****)
Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this
Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages
Donated some funds, then I went and copped me a necklace
I'm probably a coon to your standards based on this evidence
Am I doing enough or not doing enough?
I'm tryna run with the baton, but, see, my shoe's in the mud
I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwing shit up (Sorry)
So I just tell these black babies they should do what they want
Freedom, need 'em
My ****, see 'em
Free 'em, don't fuck with the law
Like, damn, Gina
So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds
And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down
We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now
'Cause anytime we moving up, it's like a "What the fuck now?"
They playing games, we strapping up, we cocking aim
We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
We done with pain and the grieving
**** is done with the peace
Whether it's personal or for the whole of ****, indeed
I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
But I'm a **** like you, and you's a **** like me
So let's be **** together, and let's be **** with plans
But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hitting the fan
Scott
[Outro]
Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
You know, with the T.I. lean
Y'all fake mad
Catch up, ****
Getting y'all identity, huh?
Gangsta Griziiiilllz
Go get a fucking hobby
Shit
Ain't nobody perfect
Well, at least y'all ain't
Written by: Barry White, Dominique Cole, Tyler Okonma
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