20 of the Best Lyrics From Fashawn’s ‘Manna’ EP
The West Coast's presence in hip-hop has been hard to miss in recent years, with some of the genre's most popular names hailing from the left side of the map. However, while the West experienced a few lean years in terms of notable rap exports, one artist that has held the coast down through thick and thin is Fashawn, who has solidified himself as one of the more highly regarded wordsmiths to emerge out of California over the past decade.
Hailing from Fresno, Fashawn's buzz was initially regional, with his Grizzly City mixtape series putting him on the map as a potential lyrical messiah, but it would be his 2009 debut album, Boy Meets World, that would really get the greater indie rap community on board and mark him as one to watch closely.
Building on that momentum with a slot on the 2010 XXL Freshman cover, Fashawn has only continued to evolve and build his catalog, with a mix of mixtapes, collaborative efforts, and guest appearances all strengthening his stock. However, when it comes to official releases, Fashawn has been more sporadic than most, having only released one full-length album, The Ecology, and one EP since his 2009 debut. Fashawn looks to add to his solid discography with his latest official release, Manna, an EP that is a reminder of his poignant lyricism, myriad of flows and steely, yet insightful demeanor.
Aside from a contribution from Snoop Dogg, Manna is powered solely by Fashawn, who impresses with heady stanzas over production from the likes of Large Professor, Hecktik, Louie Lou, Jukebawks and other boardsmen.
XXL gave Manna a spin and picked 20 lyrics from Fashawn's latest that are sure to give your rewind buttons a workout.
"Hammer, on my hip, Cal/Let a grip, Blaow!/Now you hit/Hear that, loud in the spliff/Crowd know it's piff/Leave you sittin' with the clouds/Body found by a ditch/All I need is a few pounds and a mound I can pitch"
"Leave you grounded and pissed/Shootin' rounds til it click/Hold it, down til every grizzly, 'round me is rich/Go head, lose yo' head/Put underground I insist/Shoot a rapper out his kilt/Give his gown to my bitch"
"So much irrational behavior/We cutthroats casually/Spiritual depravity/Money is your new majesty/I'm in search of, in search of/A new habitat for humanity/No time to sleep, no canopies/Brand new day, different brand of weed"
"I wish we could recycle all this time we wasted/From Washington to Obama's nation/Your memory box is inside the matrix/You can't determine if it's God or Satan/Controlling your actions/A controllable attraction/And the globe is filled with madness/Only guarantees is death and taxes"
"What the fuck y'all expect, besides for me to pull out and fire/Leave you dead or alive, nigga/This as real as it gets/Forty in the ’fridgerator with a Philly to twist/I'm scared, today could be my last day/Same spliff, different ashtray/Still getting dough boy, you can ask Tray/No Windex, let the gat spray"
"Now, nothings the same/Notice every muthafucka is tucking they chain and everybody can get it/Seen a nigga catch a body and then hop in a Civic/Cause all he fear is that the coppers will get him/Came back and he shot every witness/Now he praying that God will forgive him"
"What about the life of Marcus Garvey/Y'all know Martin, wouldn't have yo' life if it wasn't for my darkness/Darker than the panther on the jacket on Huey P./Newton and Rodney Seal, few of us rot and steal/We built this country off of blood and sweat/Teardrops and picked cotton, in mud we stepped/Mama Harriet Tubman, was a woman so real/Only woman in history with her face on a bill"
Clarence 1XXX was a hero to me/Felt like a Five Percenter was the thing to be/In the wild wild west, I still pray to the east/MJ on the speakers, MJs on my feet"
"I fell in love with TLC when I was three years old/Angela Davis, bailed out by a reverend/It was about community, wasn't about complexion/Halafi and Fard, they was plotting for Allah/Pictures of Bob Marley and Selassie on my wall"
"Said she love dark meat, filet mignon/If she lay with Shawn, she gon' stay til morning/Most likely give a grade A performance/No waist but her cake's enormous/Dirty ass mouth but her face is gorgeous/She gonna make a playboy pay her mortgage/Escape in a wraith, vacate the fortress/Don't get the picture, stay out the portrait" - Fashawn
"Every city that I go in, every town I hit/Scrolling through my IG I found a bitch/Yeah, flipping through the pages/Baby name Stasha, the bitch is outrageous/And I love the shit that she do for me/Keep it one hundred and being truthfully/See ain't no bitch like this bitch I got/She roll my Backwoods while taking a shot" - Snoop Dogg
"You the Kim to my Kanye/But she gotta have a face like Tinashe/Based on Beyonce, waist with the concave/Shaped like a seven point eight and tastes like an entree/I don't have to feast but bon appetit/After we fuck, we don't have to speak" - Fashawn
"Celebrate with the fam, light this J in my hand/Maybe take out this cam, demostrate for the gram/Chef Gordon, watchin bitches get naked for the bands/Where all the naysayers and player haters is banned/How I grind, you wouldn't last a day in my Vans/When I shine, the result, my name in demand/Never taking advice, I'd rather take an advance/Rather take a flight and vacay to Japan"
"Lotta jokes, lotta smoke/Pop bottles in every borrough and barrio/Champagne made the block feel like the Bellagio/Case of Dom and some dominos/Dinero, Sucio and designer clothes/Some of my friends, fellas, happy they're finally home/Sent more than a kite, showed 'em they're not alone"
Saw the pain in your eyes, yeah I wish I was the blame this time/But the only thing we could blame is time/You knew it wasn't your fault that a loved on was lost/I mean, I wish turn your pain into mine/F-Y-I, on me, you can rely for a helping hand or a shoulder where you could cry"
"I got a fully loaded cartridge and thoughts and enemies/Rhymes razor sharp, that's that Rawkus energy/My heart pump Hennessy/Veins pump Don Julio, rock rubies/Assorted color stones in the jewelry/Picture that, a nigga delegatin' with diplomats/Used to pitch nickel sacks/Now I can shit a stack"
"I don't get excited, I get ignited/Burn like a brush fire when I write it/Barb wire for those bitin'/Titan in the ring, Tyson when I swing/Python, when the mic's on, I strike harm/Madre know I'ma drug dealer uh/Tecate sippin, my mug's rippin/Compadre stealin', the slug peelin'"
"Somebody, anybody, what’s the worth of a Black life?/Or even a Brown one? I heard they get found son/When his noodle’s hanging outside of his dome/Mama gotta pay for the funeral, need a loan/She’ll be lucky if his murder even make the news/I feel a pain like Billy when she sang the blues"
"Yo Lady Liberty got a pentagram in her vagina/Ever seen a tommy gun in the hands of a minor?/Ever seen a cop grab his cannon and fire/At somebody unarmed? A brother bodily harmed/Feel like I don’t belong, got one eye on the law/Thinkin’ if they kill us one by one—problem resolved"
"No justice for Alton Sterling or Bettie Jones/Miguel Espinal, Nathaniel Picket, Philando/That’s the taste of a Bland decision/Ambulances, families panic-stricken/Lie in a casket or you could land in prison/That ultimatum still stands in the land we live in/All it took was a few grams, got my man convicted/It’s harder being Dante than being Darren Wilson"