Rap Fans

[Verse 1: manCHILD]

I vent my anger on you strangers that I've never even met

As I employ endangered medium of recordable cassettes

To audibly connect, it oughtta be correct

Tattoo my name on your eardrum to make sure you don't forget

My faith and art that I protect leaves heads twitching like Torretts

As I vomit my opinion over volatile soundsets

Project through drums pounding, dumfounding the shallow

And keeping true heads smiling in the shadows

Baffle you with battle-tested methods from a distinguished master-linguist

Extinguishing the meaningless rhetoric and jargon

Leave the wack missing in action, their picture on milk cartons

As my tongue burns like arson, opponents begging me for pardon

No crates stacked with records with my picture on the cover

But that's far from the point at hand on one had to the other

From foreign sands to your motherland to your dreamy wonderland

ManCHILD spits so rap fans can understand the Son of Man.

[Hook]

In stadiums with packed stands or just you and your mans

This jam is for the real rap fans

ManCHILD commands where you stand from Japan to San Fran

This jam if for the real rap fans

From NYC down to where the ATLiens land

This jam is for the real rap fans

Urban lands, desert sands, rock wherever you can

This jam is for the real rap fans

[Verse 2: Sharlok Poems]

Lyrics of steel, my flow heavy as anvils

Thoughts spread long and wide as cotton fields

Many play hard make me scream Actors guild

Bad actors getting killed first episode of the season

Stop rhyming for one reason cuz the ink pen stopped bleeding

Prick your finger the needle and start thinking

Into crowd I'm sinking, stage diving for the rap fans

Speak mine across the land like Robert Gaines with aerosol cans

Truth from mouth expands like rubber band being snapped back

Many crews are called wack because rhyme skills they lack

From the mouth words drag like dog with broke back

I'm floor bound, thumb tack off the walls with mine

With divine heart soul and mind and my mic skates

Numbers of souls saved climbing like Cali's crime rate

Like these record crates, flipping through beats rhymes and life

Sharlok Poems and manCHILD for rap fans delight

[Hook]

In stadiums with packed stands or just you and your mans

This jam is for the real rap fans

Sharlok commands where you stand from Japan to San Fran

This jam is for the real rap fans

From NYC down to where the Californians stand

Urban lands, desert sands rock wherever you can

This jam is for the real rap fans

[Verse 3: manCHILD]

Fanatics buying records like the junk was pornographic

Fly rhymes get you higher than an addict in an attic

Don't stop for red lights and the mic directs the traffic

Climb Everest just to see the best correctly stab it

Blood, sweat and tears for years because you gotta have it

Mother hip-hop sticks my lyrics to the fridge with a magnet

So fat when I bust raps, the doc told me to cut back

But I make tracks for all of you cats and you don't want that

The backpack assassins, fatty marker taggin

Black and Anglo Saxon, any race you can imagine

Holding down your area to start a chain reaction

The fans deserve a hand cuz you made rap the main attraction

If you listen for the love and you're sick of all the babbling

I rain down like the weather, bring the pain like a contraction

Clearer than cellophane on plexiglass style

It's Sharlok Poems and soul heir the manCHILD

While the wack stack grands and don't care if you clap hands

I take a stand and make a jam for the real rap fans

Take a stand and make a jam for the real rap fans

Take a stand and make jams for the real rap fans

[Hook x 4]