First Lady
ManKind X The Deity Complex - “First Lady”
[Emcee(s): SciryL and N8! (AKA !LLumiN@TE)]
[Producer(s): The Deity Complex (Original Instrumental from The Deity Complex - “The Need”)]
[Sample (Multiple Elements): Major Harris - “Love Won't Let Me Wait”]

[Verse 1: SciryL]
ManKind top five with modified breathing to
Stop signs, just trying to find green, driving by
Speeding in these modern times, trying to peace before
Drama time demolishes my dreams.  A product of
The streets, but it seems like I’m trying to find me
With a mama’s eyes, Popeye’s Fried Chicken with the collard sides
Red beans and rice, sweet tea, sweet peas
Steak, lean, and Sprite with the chronic eyes, and we sleep tonight
We wake up in the Oval Office right now
Spiked-out, coke and coffee, White House
This the offering, and you hold the offspring.  We hold
The fortress down.  They try to take it?  Then we torch it down
When’s the last time a queen wore the crown on
This side?  I’m down and I’m thinking it’s time
You’re running vice.  They’re coming for you?  They want my life?
Hmm.  I hope my son is like me, I hope my daughter you
I hope the verses and the chorus new
And if it happens, then it’s all to you.  I want my tux red
And coffin blue.  We hope the skies and the gang homies
Call a truce.  I lost a few ‘cause the cost to be
The boss is you.  We tell ‘em all the truth
Make sure that they stop and bask in this gorgeous view
Huh!  We know you’re glorious, trust your thoughts and
Ignore the rules.  My First Lady, this is all for you
[Hook: N8! (AKA !LLumiN@TE)]
Ooh, baby, you got what I need, but they’re
Trying to say I’m out of my league.  Nah!
Ooh, baby, you got what I need.  Won’t stop
‘Til you having my seed.  ManKind

[Verse 2: N8! (AKA !LLumiN@TE)]
Be my First Lady Liberty.  Liberty or death, crazy
Energy.  Let’s make love, then make enemies
Surrender.  Take my surname, I’ll spend my days as your
Defender, then come home to dinner.  A house is not a home
If there’s a loan or lender.  I make a hit
Banknotes when I hold her tender.  Tender love
Tenderoni sway, but no swiping.  To the left, to the left
If you don’t like it.  It’s alright.  I got
A right to life—don’t make me raise my right hand.  Shit, we could
Fight tonight—it’s either fight or flight, and first
Class don’t want no static, praying for the
Pilot like, “I hope you don’t crash it.”  Okey-doke
Fashion, criss-cross makes you wanna jump ship
It’s Double Dutch, so you gotta jump quick.  The crowd
Either pump-fakes or they pump fists, so pump it up
‘Cause Lil Pump ain’t no punk bitch—shit like that
The way I used to roll a Dutch is why my lips so black
Gene Simmons didn’t Kiss like that
It’s the kiss of death or dishonor.  Giving up is giving
Neck, and that’s on my mama.  This is mama’s fried
Chicken with a dollar fries, can soda, and a
Can for a homicide.  Side-eyes, side-
-boob from the side-view.  I’m coming from
The side while inside you.  Yeah, I cry too
[Hook: N8! (AKA !LLumiN@TE)]
Ooh, baby, you got what I need, but they’re
Trying to say I’m out of my league.  Nah!
Ooh, baby, you got what I need.  Won’t stop
‘Til you having my seed.  ManKind