Yeah,
I'm feeling motivated
Patience evaporated
Opinion often hated, now I'm feeling vindicated
My thoughts are orchestrated, now I got a different muse
I seen the eyes of the devil, I'm filling different shoes
I'm making better news, gratitude infused
I 'ont owe these niggas nothing, why am I paying dues
Why is minimum wage something we afraid to lose
Working to stay afloat while corporate dudes cool on cruises
Is this the modern day slavery
Am I supposed to follow the road uncle sam paved for me, you
You into making me, you into changing me I see
You into blanking me, my soul too colorful to meek
I'm too neat, I'm too neat like a sheet with this shit really
I'm really counting money, they clothes and they bars counterfeit silly
Fabrics, knitted full of deceit
They write bars obsolete but I always bring heat, nigga
And if you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
But my
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom
Freedom
But my finger still too black to fit the
But my finger
But my finger
Still too black to fit the
Now its rah, rah, rah, rah
(Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
I know these niggas coming for me, I know wassup
Tell 'em I said "Wassup"
I get buck with the best
They just mad 'cause they'll never get in the booth with the best
Tell 'em it's not ya place, so you won't get addressed
These niggas will never touch me so I don't get impressed
I know they want me gone, want me to breath my last breath but guess what
(Gasp)
I'm the best, bitch
They be lying saying they wasn't obsessed bitch
I'm more proactive, so I only progress bitch
Skin popping, business men and we chopping
F*ck niggas we dropping, get buck and we boxing hoe
(Nigga)
And if you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
Manny Dibiachi - Tambourines Lyrics
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English
Yeah,
I'm feeling motivated
Patience evaporated
Opinion often hated, now I'm feeling vindicated
My thoughts are orchestrated, now I got a different muse
I seen the eyes of the devil, I'm filling different shoes
I'm making better news, gratitude infused
I 'ont owe these niggas nothing, why am I paying dues
Why is minimum wage something we afraid to lose
Working to stay afloat while corporate dudes cool on cruises
Is this the modern day slavery
Am I supposed to follow the road uncle sam paved for me, you
You into making me, you into changing me I see
You into blanking me, my soul too colorful to meek
I'm too neat, I'm too neat like a sheet with this shit really
I'm really counting money, they clothes and they bars counterfeit silly
Fabrics, knitted full of deceit
They write bars obsolete but I always bring heat, nigga
And if you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
But my
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom
Freedom
But my finger still too black to fit the
But my finger
But my finger
Still too black to fit the
Now its rah, rah, rah, rah
(Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
I know these niggas coming for me, I know wassup
Tell 'em I said "Wassup"
I get buck with the best
They just mad 'cause they'll never get in the booth with the best
Tell 'em it's not ya place, so you won't get addressed
These niggas will never touch me so I don't get impressed
I know they want me gone, want me to breath my last breath but guess what
(Gasp)
I'm the best, bitch
They be lying saying they wasn't obsessed bitch
I'm more proactive, so I only progress bitch
Skin popping, business men and we chopping
F*ck niggas we dropping, get buck and we boxing hoe
(Nigga)
And if you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
I'm feeling motivated
Patience evaporated
Opinion often hated, now I'm feeling vindicated
My thoughts are orchestrated, now I got a different muse
I seen the eyes of the devil, I'm filling different shoes
I'm making better news, gratitude infused
I 'ont owe these niggas nothing, why am I paying dues
Why is minimum wage something we afraid to lose
Working to stay afloat while corporate dudes cool on cruises
Is this the modern day slavery
Am I supposed to follow the road uncle sam paved for me, you
You into making me, you into changing me I see
You into blanking me, my soul too colorful to meek
I'm too neat, I'm too neat like a sheet with this shit really
I'm really counting money, they clothes and they bars counterfeit silly
Fabrics, knitted full of deceit
They write bars obsolete but I always bring heat, nigga
And if you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
But my
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom
Freedom
But my finger still too black to fit the
But my finger
But my finger
Still too black to fit the
Now its rah, rah, rah, rah
(Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
I know these niggas coming for me, I know wassup
Tell 'em I said "Wassup"
I get buck with the best
They just mad 'cause they'll never get in the booth with the best
Tell 'em it's not ya place, so you won't get addressed
These niggas will never touch me so I don't get impressed
I know they want me gone, want me to breath my last breath but guess what
(Gasp)
I'm the best, bitch
They be lying saying they wasn't obsessed bitch
I'm more proactive, so I only progress bitch
Skin popping, business men and we chopping
F*ck niggas we dropping, get buck and we boxing hoe
(Nigga)
And if you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
If you listen real closely, you'll hear the tambourine
My ancestors were heroic, bravery pristine
But my finger still too black to fit the freedom ring
Writer: Emanuel Bennett
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