Man of the People | Ft. . & Embrae Le Veen | Official 4K Music Video

New music visual “Men of the People“ featuring Embrae Le Veen & . off the upcoming collaborative project “Usual Suspects“ Streaming link: #hiphop #independentfilm Lyrics: @nokspit Verse Got a weird perspective Ear for the clear directions He don’t care he don’t fear rejection OG from the island used to snap Don’t interfere just adhere the lesson Putting fear in the kid was senseless Place a barrier and the kid would fence it Rare air the atmosphere contentious Still here in the field and trenches And he never stop until the cheddar copped Move like a pimp with a feathered top And the weather hot so that say a lot Words impact like he set a block Working black like he on the clock, Ain’t no turning back, naw he betta not Fast forward we seeing a mass shortage In the lab now more cause you hot as ya last joint And they never knew what hit em Pedigree is G, he free, he thinking with a vision Every melody is hitting, deadly agree he see What they selling us is wicked But they telling me I’m tripping Watching these fellas get penalties Catching felonies and prison I’m just chilling got my celery and chicken Peeping the jealousy and devil on a mission I’m like a kettle when it whistle its been long settled he official Like a bevel how he chisel On schedule and his head is on a swivel There’s levels to it either blow up or you shrivel He dead excuses either glow up or get little A poet just tryna give you a moment before he fizzle The cold motor lit pardon all the intrusion He on focus and dodging all the illusions. @embraeleveen1867 Never did it like the “O“ did it Me and my bro got decades in the game Tik tok like a slow minute Shit won’t ever ever feel the same so I got to put my soul in it Independent with the flow business Drop gems on a soccer mom while she waiting at the octagon For it to turn to the color of trees I blow in the breeze and freeze on em I turn to the wind and pee on em Corners I bend to be on em And I ain’t scared to eat on em Look, Saying when he facing shit and with a eighth of piff I got to taste the kit A basic life, a basic chick wit no dreams She couldn’t chase a fifth and wonder why We couldn’t make it fit wit no scenes But I ain’t Jeffrey Bodine, seems