Manuvers - Speak the Truth lyrics

[Verse 1 – Seven Star] We say, “Yes, yes, y'all!” Free our minds and make love to the music with the pa**ion Dive in the deepest regions and chasms Searching for treasures lost Varnish will take the tarnish off and up the cost Before you are the masters of the guild Champions in our field, content is the weapon we wield There's no need to look any further, the sign's in your face Scepter dwell, shining with something that the people can taste Laced with knowledge, samples, and sharp sounds Leaving crop circles with maneuvers that astound Welcome to the end of no cla**, the end of payola vanity And videos full of a**, the beginning of the past Let us be reminders on our tasks Of our culture that grew fast, was labelled an outcast But grew stronger as the years pa**ed Businessmen will go bankrupt and true MCs will have the last laugh [Hook x2 – Cise Star] Yo, it's guild n***as, true rise, true beats, true life No strife against those that want to rock it right How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth [Verse 2 – Akin] Oh yes, it sounds sharp. We sound clashes maneuvering the rap song It's Armstrong when we take it there, out of sight I'm talking universal [?], the new n***a, new day, a new lingo Get at me, cop the sh** or plead the hip hop I'm still f**ing Annie in her a** ‘til her sh** pop Backstreet bully, ‘N Sync, n***a in sync With this business and still distant 98 degrees from y'all in the attic now Stay low, high hopes and contradict lie Act fast, move slow, I'm shooting Seven Stars Or overthrow a zealous glow—f** your status quo Yes, it's that hour, minute [?] that pays when my thoughts shower And made a [?] that pays when my thoughts shower It came to me like… Yeah, it came to me like… [Verse 3 – Cise Star] Deep in the hollowing, methodically Cise Star's abolishing Hollowing dreams, cellphone rings—my God is calling me Over the ways of confusion, I pattern my days Battle and blaze my way from the crypt to the grave Moving melodic, a sinner with the words of a prophet [Road is satanic?], darkness is conclusion of this science project My hypothis colossus over Metropolis Slang doctor, it fears words, burning your populous [Hook x2 – Cise Star] Yo, it's guild n***as, true rise, true beats, true life No strife against those that want to rock it right How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth