for my peoples still breakin graf writin and rappin
 I rock the mic right and exact my life's my sacrifice
 Take my mic and I'm like a Chinese man with no rice
 Oh yeah we flippin through the pages of time  to find design
 Like Vaseline on the faces of Black Georgia  we shinin
 Deeper than petroleum jelly  we in the air like conversations
 on celly and just appear like stretch marks on bellies
 after givin birth you had to let go, you playin for life
 The Manifesto, here comes the beat because I said so keep pushin
 I got the cushion for the seat of your soul
 Back in the day they stole our smile, so we clothe our teeth in gold
 and we frontin, from nigga to kid, to Son of God
 It's wild dependin on labels for man woman and child
 My style just is, all that's seen and all that's heard
 God gave us music so we play with our words
 So when Tek be in constant meditation like a monk
 while Kweli speaks in tongues to get your intellect drunk