Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Man Up Anthem’ by 116 Clique. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 116 Clique or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Man up!
Momma want some more Obama in me
The hood want PAC hip hop
Wanna see the Common in me
And since it’s a senseless contradiction
I end up a misfit trying fit in
This ends when I stand up
And see the hands that are standard
Holy is the lamb (Holy is the Lamb)
Now we holding you to man up ’cause we were made
In his image start looking at what you came from.
Right after Adam every atom in our anatomy had to make
Adamant after what Adonai is against
Let me take you back to the tree and Eden,
If you read it you’d see that Eve was deceived,
But Adam’s the one who let her eat it (Man up)
Standing leading no, we ain’t leading we (Bump that)
Basically little boys with muscles and a mustache!
The femininity, we need a remedy that God made a
100 percent masculinity
We the last, yeah
Where the men at, seems like they all lost,
None of them are on the scene, seems like they died off.
They extinct but my dream is to rise up,
We chasing 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 through with the lies man.
They lie, go ahead say boy get your shine on
If a sucker try to block you get your 9 on
And 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 trying to solve it
All the while we walking dead man somebody bring the coffin, boy drop
Peach fuzz now you think that your a man ’cause you feeling yourself
You need to man up!
Sex and models and tippin’ bottles
Pack a pile of excuses right next to your bottle caps
A Rolodex filled with names that you aim to please
Next to the stack of money buildin’ up a heart of greed
Ice on his neck, givin’ jokers the cold shoulder
You drunk off pride plus you loving the hangover
You gotta whole lotta stuff that won’t amount to gain
Life will never make sense because you never made change
We got it twisted, sick like a fever
Lil’ man live to stack dough, Keebler
Man up, get up out of that treehouse
Leave them 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 won’t know what a man is
You a boy in a man’s body like Tom Hanks in Big
Being a man got nothin’ to do with age
You can be a boy ’til the day you lay in your grave
None of us behave like the image of who we’re made
‘Cause we fallen the ways it’s better known as depraved
Running from responsibility really we crave
The easy way out of places that call us to pull our weight
Man they blowing through every day decisions are made
Responding to the call God’s giving ’em from the gate
Man up!
Let the process begin, separate the boys from the men
Man up!
Doesn’t matter how you started partner, it’s about how you end
Man up!
Jesus is the model follow us we go follow him
Man up!
We-we the last of a dying breed it’s time that we
Man up!