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Eric The Ruler - The November Manifesto Lyrics




Me and my mind was playing hide and go seek
While some of y'all at ease we out here dying for beliefs
This music industry
Got me feeling funny
I ain't trying to sell my manhood for the money
I'd rather be a po' broke young brother
Than to be groped while selling my soul.
Don't be slow, young brother.
I'll go independent. Get it off the streets.
Jesus set me free and they ain't dumbing me down.
Cnd if I don't sell records, I'll be a public speaker.
Salvation's way more important than any moguls feelings.
Or any moguls greed
Forget it, I'll preach for free.
Before you grow a legacy you gotta drop a seed .
Yo, it's cold in these streets
But what's more cold is the wicked industry
Can't you see they turning everybody homo
The next you know men will walking around with no clothes

The world's gonna hate you 'cause you Christian
Or Messianic Jewish. It don't matter your religion.
Just stay down with God
So you can stand on your pivot
So when it gets hard
You can lean on His wisdom

Cll I need is an hour long of that scripture,
Full cup of that witness
Baptism of the spirit
So I won't be in my feelings
Look,
Some say I'm just another victim
Of a white man's religiom
But I bet I make you listen.
You better pay attention
Lest, you end up as a victim
Brainwashed by this system
I'm on a holy expedition
Cnd I got my bible with me
Igniting mass suspicion
Beware of hypochristians
Cnd politicians
Test your intuition
I'm suspended in suspension
Waiting for extradition
To that heavenly prism
No devil religion
Look, if satan bombs at
Ima bomb back
Cnd if you think you gone get Eric
With that contract
Then think again, my feet planted
On this launch pad
My soul is precious
So step off of mines jack
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Me and my mind was playing hide and go seek
While some of y'all at ease we out here dying for beliefs
This music industry
Got me feeling funny
I ain't trying to sell my manhood for the money
I'd rather be a po' broke young brother
Than to be groped while selling my soul.
Don't be slow, young brother.
I'll go independent. Get it off the streets.
Jesus set me free and they ain't dumbing me down.
Cnd if I don't sell records, I'll be a public speaker.
Salvation's way more important than any moguls feelings.
Or any moguls greed
Forget it, I'll preach for free.
Before you grow a legacy you gotta drop a seed .
Yo, it's cold in these streets
But what's more cold is the wicked industry
Can't you see they turning everybody homo
The next you know men will walking around with no clothes

The world's gonna hate you 'cause you Christian
Or Messianic Jewish. It don't matter your religion.
Just stay down with God
So you can stand on your pivot
So when it gets hard
You can lean on His wisdom

Cll I need is an hour long of that scripture,
Full cup of that witness
Baptism of the spirit
So I won't be in my feelings
Look,
Some say I'm just another victim
Of a white man's religiom
But I bet I make you listen.
You better pay attention
Lest, you end up as a victim
Brainwashed by this system
I'm on a holy expedition
Cnd I got my bible with me
Igniting mass suspicion
Beware of hypochristians
Cnd politicians
Test your intuition
I'm suspended in suspension
Waiting for extradition
To that heavenly prism
No devil religion
Look, if satan bombs at
Ima bomb back
Cnd if you think you gone get Eric
With that contract
Then think again, my feet planted
On this launch pad
My soul is precious
So step off of mines jack
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Writer: ERIC LEWIS SMITH JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc.


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