Mila Mansa - Alliteration Lyrics

Pitter patter I let it splatter it never matters
The maddest hatter badder than any of these rappers
I got advantage my vantage is like a helicopter
Or with hella choppers teflon topper
Big Donna persona I'm on the honor roll
Marijuana and augua is how I like to roll
Its probably a problem I'm pretty sure my grandma knows
But that's life obstacles, that's life dominoes
I got that static don't panic my attic fortified
Sole owners of this planet yeah its yours and mine
So back a savage watch me stab it like a porcupine
Like a fork through brine, or a cork for wine
Dalai Lama to Ghana music momma Madonna
Johannesburg Rwanda rejuvenating in saunas
Walking with men of honor
Tomorrows is never promised
So honest do the knowledge and be living for the conscious
You pass papers to preachers who pose pious
I interact with the seasons the reasons I seem bias
Why would you really try it
You tired you wrong wired
This current is concurrent with starting and sparking fires

Oh Yeah!

Pitter patter I let it splatter it never matters
That chitter chatter gon get you hammered head on a platter
Batter batter who madder then come pitch this
Imma shatter out of the park with conviction
That actual factual practical magical
Attacking your mandibles
Feels likes its actual puncture of the lungs huh?
You moving like a youngster
Cant really be amongst her
So you just discuss her
Double door metaphors bend floors and halls
Breathe Neyo binary code scrolls the walls
Free people Zion awaits who hear the call
If you really face to face with your fate who would you call?
Why all ya'll sound like duplicity
Persistently presenting me with some history or sililoquy
About my own culture where you mimic me horrifically
Searching people at the entry
Collecting entry fee
The entity within me enemies with pan
Walking with son of man
Building with sun in man
Planets orbit my hand black stallion my stance
You do it for the bands
I do it for future man, lets go

Let's go!

Pitter patter I let it splatter it never matters
So sick of actors slackers coons and crackers
Who picked your fashion?
Who told you that's whats happening?
Who got you out here prancing? All of this crap rap
Hip Hop set out in the park
Then it was shifty low down gritty and dark
Now I'm the figure with the trigger and you looking like mark
How you figure I wont hit ya, you playing the part?
Why you walking like a nancy?
You got panties under that skirt bruh?
Every time I step on the scene touch a nerve huh?
Pressure! Foot on your neck you grab your purse huh?
Tap water Atrazine got them blurred huh?
Chemically attacking original manufacturing
With music as distraction
You ain't fashion we fashion
And we fashioned this before you got hip
Let you infiltrate the mix and you just raped it for the chips
Your kind no more exist
Your state of irreverence
My word to prevalent
The truth to evident
The throne I represent and blast no hesitance
Thought I told you not to test me when I am at the precipice, c'mon