Lip Service

[Verse 1: manCHILD] Backmask patterns into the track master flashdance Actual fact: reality rap, grab hands To fill the Gap band with black thought philosophy Crack down, we didn't come here to back down Back of my hand I quote, holding thirty psalms And everything we move through is real until it's gone We pay rent and tax bend backs and spin wax In an original blend that gives fans what trend lacks In a fraction of a surface scratch live into now ManCHILD spits venomous and drenches the whole crowd In sentences more style we finish and tore down You can build it how we see it from the ceiling to the ground It’s feeling and it’s sound when we take pole position Gotta listen to me, myself and my coalition It’s my rendition of real world feel good speech Clutch the cloud if you want, but you gotta be willing to reach [Hook] x2 All right, we’re here and it’s gonna be all right Tell your ma to leave on the porch light Rock for a fortnight, killing the mic with purpose Mars Ill we give you so much more than Lip Service [Verse 2: manCHILD] Said it with my eyes closed My freestyle’s a sideshow Opposition won’t listen They’re blown off the hydro My goal is giving sight to a blind soul Five fold till I die slow (die slow) Lie low and motivate with everything that I know My pen and pad tend to follow where my mind goes Cry for the people living inside of the prison Of a system of statistics, programs, and typos Idols are American made they sell and trade But I want to fill the role the good Samaritan played And lay my life across my words, cause this is all I have Sign petitions and creeds as well as autographs I’m never falling flat, cause I’m never falling off I’m never being bought by promises and hollow talk I can’t forget the cross, or the lessons I been taught Keep my feet on the straight and narrow path that I walk [Hook] [Verse 3: manCHILD] It’s not a force that stings and plots the course of things You can’t afford the means to overlord my team Because the source can bring a simple choice between A little war and peace, which way the fork will lead Either/Or you’ll think that life is boring lean So metamorph a dream and you can soar with wings You can court your queen with no divorce of things And then you’re sure to sing no longer raw but free It’s like a forward thing because your soul is clean The mere talk will sling into the Lord’s esteem The way it pours from me, you’ll never core perceive When we’re on tour you’ll see, it’s “give you more for free” And when we’re forced to meet, you’ll just adore the means And make the shores agree, this sound is yours to cling You’ll never bore, or be finished before we leave My name is manCHILD I just report the scene [Hook]