[Intro – spoken] Fuck… is this a battle right now? Studio lights dim, reel spinning / mic smell like cold steel. You hear me though? You hear me now? [Verse 1] I’m the brutalizer, Buddha-sizer, city accelerator, never pissin’ elevators but I’ll elevate ya. Rap game look like the crap game / dice on the floor, used to rock Ballys, Cazals, black frames, hardcore. Now it’s TECs and Beck’s, cold nights and threats, feed the streets, feed my shorty, my newborn breaths. I ain’t tryna do another bid, scars on my skin, seen the system swallow niggas whole, never spitting ‘em in. On the Brooklyn Bridge dreaming, Dumbo terrace in my sight, I prayed you’d hear my bars, not just echoes in the night. Followed Trey online, watchin’ dinners, stackin’ lies, hopin’ we would meet / now I’m standin’ in your eyes. [Hook] (I gave you a chance, you gave me a chance) Hollow on the inside, pain I can’t hide. (x2) (I gave you a chance, you gave me a chance) Manifestation heavy, prayer keep me alive. (x2) [Verse 2] You laughed / “you ain’t no rapper,” nah, I’m a chance giver, but a giver starved too long turn shark in the river. I met your girl, son named after me / respect, but secrets slip, lips loose, bullets intercept. Why she gotta be a bitch? Why the anger in the tone? Truth is, you hollow, quiet, hurtin’ alone. Elbows showin’, nine flashin’, blicky in hand, between me and you, only death understand. I stood outside Stackin’ Hits, rain drippin’ on my kicks, dreamin’ lab sessions, not these pistol-whip tricks. You got the worst ears in the biz, that’s facts, but you hear me now, right? These words don’t relax. [Hook] (I gave you a chance, you gave me a chance) Streetlight confessions, survival’s my stance. (I gave you a chance, you gave me a chance) Manifestation’s a motherfucker, never trust chance. [Bridge] I know what it means to have nothing, want it all, to gamble your soul on a mic, hope you don’t fall. Mistakes? Big ones. We all bleed that ink, but my prayer turn steel, words sharper than you think. Manifestation ain’t magic, it’s the hunger in my lungs, it’s the shadow in my verse, the bullet in my tongue. [Outro – spoken] You hear me now though, right? Curtains drawn, studio’s dark, but the mic still hot. Manifestation is a motherfucker… Never underestimate the power of prayer. © 2025 - skvadMC
