verse one manik mc rhymes on my mind we was twisting the verbs sign of the times it s a gift and a curse line after line time after time when its late night and i twist and i turn just tryna make pees from speaking our mind staking our claim for a piece of the pie you stepped in the scene you sent them to sleep we stepped in the scene and made em reach for the sky trapped by the dark but i m seeking the light gaze at the stars til i bleed from my eyes laying on the roof blaze on a zoot debating the truths that we seek to divine keeping it live when we spray a sixteen on the mic me and natty why going split screen on the mic mc s try to chase and fuck with the game but the dusts getting raised and we leave em behind ain t tryna talk no greaze on the mic or cruise in a mans slipstream on the mic man it ain t for the papes and the bezels straight setting levels until they re unusually high i do what i do to the mic they do what they do to provide if we move then we re moving precise friends turn snake and lie to your face sometimes you can t change what they choose to deny raise up the anchor to move with the tide raising my hands up saluting the skies til the day that i m gone man i m swearing to god full stop i ll forever stay true to my guys life on my mind i m twisting the herbs tight with the mic slick with the words rhyme after rhyme night after night lick off the mic til it s literally burnt chorus manik mc that s what life in the ends is that s what life in the ends is ain t on a vibe to be riding a sentence but i take time when i m writing a sentence x2 verse two manik mc gimme that mic and im a light up the stage transmitting live from the cage love for the vibes still i m tryina get paid and meanwhile these guys still tryina get brave don t spit for the hype i just write cos of pain they was trapping out white we was writing on trains camouflaged at night i m hiding my face try fighting the tide get sliced by the waves or the rhymes that i spray overly deep can t try match the pace it s overly peak tuning into the tracks of a lonely mc how can we be trapped we re supposed to be free how we can we hold back when we know what to do it s hard to clock mandem withholding the truth entered with intentions supposedly true but now my heart drops when i m holding the proof gimme that mic and im a light up the riddim tight with the rhymes ever nice with the written s live and direct getting by on a scrimmage since nine five we been defying the physics survive with the fittest we re grinding for digits pushed to the edge til i find me the limits lighting the live til i m rising the spirits give life to the mic like i m slyly religious time is the witness tight with the rhymes strike mic with a vengeance ride with the real but you ride with pretenders they ride with the steel til a life s getting ended licensed to kill see trident descending  chorus manik mc that s what life in the ends is that s what life in the ends is ain t on a vibe to be riding a sentence but i take time when i m writing a sentence x2