On My 116 Songtext
von DJ Official

After what
Yeah
(Man up)
(Man Up)
Man Up
Momma want some Obama in me, The hood
Want ′Pac
Hip Hop want to see the Common in me
And since it's a senseless contradiction
I end up a misfit trying to fit in
This ends when I stand up
And see the hands of the standard, holy is the
Lamb huh
Now we holding you to Man Up
Cus we were made in His image
Start lookin′ at what you came from
(Hey listen)
Right after Adam every atom in our anatomy is
Adamic
Adamant, Adonai is against


Let me take you back to the tree in Eden
If you read it you'll see that Eve was deceived
But Adam's the one who let her eat
Instead of leading
No we ain′t leading
We Bump That
Basically little boys with muscles and our
Mustache
To femininity we need a remedy
The God-Man 100% masculinity
We the last
Yeah
Where the men at?
It seems like they all lost
None of them are on the scene it seems like
They died off
They extinct but my dream is to rise up
We chasin′ the prize of the King, the divine
Boss
But we fell away, now we ungodly
We lose and we really got the blues like Navi
I want to celebrate the dudes that's beside me
Fellas let′s elevate, we do with the lively
They lie
Go ahead dead boy get your shine on
And if a sucka try to buck ya get your 9 homes
That's what I heard you gotta do to be a man
Now
Stand up for yourself so I took it in my hands
Now
And that′s the problem man we busy tryin' to
Solve it
All the while we walking dead, man somebody
Bring the coffin
Boy dropped peach fuzz
Now you think that you a man cus you feelin′
Yourself
You need to Man Up
There's many things men is chasing after
They got some questions, we got some answers
Sex and models and tippin' bottles back
Pile up excuses right next to your bottle caps
A Rolodex filled with names that you aim to
Please
Next to the stack of money building up a heart
Of greed
Ice on his neck givin′ jokers the cold shoulder
You drunk off pride plus you lovin′ the hang
Over
You gotta whole lot of stuff that won't amount
To gain
Life will never make sense because you never
Made change
You got it twisted and sick like a fever
Lil′ man live to stack dough, Keebler
Man up, get up outta the tree house
Leave the cookies alone it's time to eat meat
Now
Tryna show you a new way to live now
No charge, You can call it a freestyle
Without Christ you know how your man is
A boy in a man′s body like Tom Hanks in "Big"
Bein' a man ain′t got nothin' to do with age
You could be a boy 'til the day you lay in a
Grave
None of us behave like the image of who we′re
Made
Cause we fall in the way, it′s better known as
Depraved
Runnin' from responsibility
Really we crave the easy way out of places that
Call us to pull our weight
Man they goin′ through every day decisions are
Made
Responding to the call God's given them from
The gate
Let the process begin, let′s separate the boys
From the men...
It don't matter how you started, partner, it′s
About how you end...
(Man Up)
Jesus is the model, follow us we will follow
Him
(Man Up)
We the last of a dying breed it's time that we...
(Man Up)