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UTDT MANIFESTO
Pertinence
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Sticks, stones
I snap a twig on this throne
Feel like I'm this close
I could hit it with a stone
I cannot get the phone
Busy taking what I'm owed
I left the crib for the road
Damn, it feels good to be
Like Yessuh
Industry baby
If I speak my piece
There won't be no peace
No pep talk
And she like these jeans
32 x 33 and a clean white tee
She could stretch out
Fuck a royalty split
If the check don't hit
Bitch, I might lose my temper
She don't recognize me
Say the fame changed things
I don't know what to tell ya
Bada boom, bap, bing
Had to take his queen
Checkmate, then it's on to the next one
Til' the sun don't beam
And the fat lady sing
Know the kid don't feel no pressure
Eat women and Cheerios for breakfast
How you think I manage all the cholesterol?
UTDT Manifesto
Leave me a message
Wait, God damnit
Seen a brother switch sides
Knew him since grade five
When we used to play cops and bandits
Seen a lover switch sides
If it's 'tween him and I
Nah, I ain't gon' chase, he can have it
Got a real bad rockstar habit
And the fam can't understand it
Phone home from a different planet
How do I land this?
Sticks, stones
I snap a twig on this throne
Feel like I'm this close
I could hit it with a stone
I cannot get the phone
Busy taking what I'm owed
I left the crib for the road
Damn, it feels good to be home
Baby, say it with your chest
I wish you would
White chocolate hasn't ever taste this good
Big boy, Billy goat how I look?
You wanna make it?
Take a page from out my book
Okay the fact I even made it here
Is a motherfucking miracle
There's levels to this shit
The kid just went and hit an aerial
Dropped 'em off the block
I tried so hard but couldn't carry 'em
A couple joined the flock
A few we sobbed for at the burial
Like, Jesus Christo
I'm in need of new material
The lights keep getting brighter
Bitch, I stare directly into 'em
Ignite the fire
Think it's time to shift the pendulum
I tried to sit beside 'em
Guess we're just too far ahead of 'em
I know I oughta take a breath
And rip the bandage
Couple loosies hanging by a thread
I can't stand it
Mmm
You kinda got a point
But not the vantage
Almost lent a hand
Decided that I couldn't chance it
Simple man
No longer living in Kansas
'Member when twenty grand
Was more than I could imagine
Telling it to the mandem
None of 'em seemed to grasp it
Money hand over fist
This living's making an ass-kicking
Keep it candid
I just played the law of averages
Packing in the paddy wagon
Sandwiched by the bad bitches
I take an Advil
And it's back to Mr. Manifest
Ain't a better timing
Than the timing that it happens in
It's been a decade
I ain't seen a check for half of it
Didn't tour for six
It took me eight to find a manager
Nine years later
On the verge of breaking out of here
The sweat that I perspired
Dried into a trail of diamond tears
Became the man to beat
All before album One
If I said it, then I meant it
If I meant it, it's done
By the age of fifteen
I knew who I'd become
Hoe I lived up to my name
All before album One