Message Man - Mania. Lyrics

Tell me what you think
I say give me another brick
Unaffected by what you say
This beat got me feeling sick

Loose lips on this ship, sink
Don't care, give me a brick
All for God's kingdom; new day
Feelin' slick, God ain't quit: tell me why would I quit?

Tell me what you say; I will not stay in my lane
Focused on my craft, inject it in my veins
We roll on God flow, so there's never any sway
Focused on water living, I'm just a link in the chain

Part of a bigger body
You won't find me in no Audi
Seems everybody dream of that Bugatti
Brother that be sounding bawdy
Even if I had that green, you wouldn't find me in that scene
Need higher views, so I say less
In need of God's mercy, straight mess

I got things In need of dealin', yeah
Comparisons be concealing, yeah, yeah
I ain't even reach my ceiling, yeah
Seek new views, you know God revealing, yeah

Who's to blame when no one knows?
Who's sane? We live in shadows
Of egos, and suppose it's all just a show...
But it flows in our homes
But not in the photos, capture the meadows
Can't smell it decompose
Embryos conceived in studios to promote a portfolio

What if we threw it away?
What if we disobey?
What if we disarray
Everything that brings us to decay, and alter our DNA?
Why would we stay the same?
Why do we play this game?
All for name, all for fame
All for number one and what's mine to claim

Everybody wanna be protagonists, nobody see an antagonist
Twitter activists, that's adequate, think a tweet gonna be a catalyst?
I'm in bafflement! I can't be the only graduate
Passionate, compassionate
Nobody wanna give a sacrament
Everybody wanna be the change
But you all looking strange
Deranged- baggage hold you down, let me explain

Everybody think new age enlightenment
Gonna spark a change
Tell me why everybody look the same?
I will not stay in my lane, stay in a cage
Culture contain a preconceived notion
Of how I should be

Maybe that's a problem if you ask me
Kinda sounds outdated like a DVD
Gotta speak up twitter fingers if you disagree
Speak up and say something I beg and plea

Monomania, call it mania
By the end you might get what I'm telling ya
Look at this map spilled from my cranium
Understand this passion found within my atrium
Audience of One, and filled out this stadium

Maybe I am elite if not I'm not riding shotty
But that's not up to me
Don't care about titles, man that's off-key
Just stay low key
But I'll lay some hints of something nasty
I'm on- I'm on
I'm on a killing spree
(Crappy generic rap sound, "ptltl ptltl")