Mantacore Video (MV)

Just remember that the only good politician is a f*cking dead one
I'm quite polite until I pickup the mic and then become ocular
Dissecting every part of this shitty world make it modular
Then reconnecting pieces with meaning
But tell me officer
How can you power trip when you only protect the popular
Opinions of the pompous promoting poverty
I grew up poor so now I got nothing stopping me
I'm pushing overly prideful people away with the force of Poseidon
There's no hiding, I'm shining brighter then neon or bioluminescent amoebas
Like zenobots I see the spots along all of my features
The spotlight it reaches all the way to the back of the bleachers
Yo word to my teachers
They didn't really teach me shit
But when this drops hopefully I'll get some more features
Huh
Sorry too deep, don't mean to be a drag
You came for the bangers not to hear me nag
But I'm sick of this shit and when I look around I don't see anything that doesn't make me frown in this town
Bound till I drown
Smoke till I stop
Pounce for the ounce
I'm bouta pop, like pop
Manta - core
On - core
Leave the stage
Leave em wanting more
Manta - core
On - core
Leave the stage
Leave em wanting more
Tear it the f*ck up
And leave em wanting more
You ain't gonna frag this fag
Blame all your lame on the lag
'fore I, quick, take off like a stag
Get cut from the bag like dagger
Peep the swagger: jagger, I don't mean to brag
Fishing for compliments, bitch you're a hag
Morals contorting, you're making me gag
I'm sick of these people that no one will think of or care about after their toe has been
Huh
Sorry too deep, don't mean to be a drag
You came for the bangers not to hear me nag
But I'm sick of this shit and when I look around I don't see anything that doesn't make me frown in this town
Bound till I drown
Smoke till I
Frown in this town
Bound till I drown
Smoke till I stop
Pounce for the ounce
I'm bouta pop, like pop