Texty:
Drum Lesson

More love, less hate, more real, less fake More grind, less wishin' Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change Less rushin', more vision More franchisin', less

Going back and forth inside my shut up brain again (You gotta let her go, gotta let her go) Worlds apart, I'm torn apart, I'll stall up my senses (You

What's in the wake of humanity? What's in the way? Walking acrobats completely blind, all walking the same way. All the roads are all alike. They're dark

would be painless Can't be mad at the world 'cuz you and your girl ain't famous 'Cuz you both on bait, BBC and chain less Also your range less, therefore

know this feeling, I know it from before Descartes through Hegel belief is never sure Dime store mystery, last temptation I was sitting, drumming, thinking

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Lil' children, dogs and cats Right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of DJ Mannie fresh, fresh

of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8) Emcees want to compete with my book of rhyme pages As a zulu, how shall we teach the lessons and the stages There

can palm two clouds boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines like the Lord?s book you n-ggas less rhymes more hooks more bucks but less love you hear them drums

and observing the Sabbath Creates an ecstatic and there you have it From teenage love praying in tongue Strange fruit, batty boots and native drums