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Mars ILL - Rap Fans
(from the album Raw Material)
© copyright Uprok Records/Sphere of Hip Hop Records/Mars ILL

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…

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