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Mars ILL - Touch and Go
(from the album Raw Material)
© copyright Uprok Records/Sphere of Hip Hop Records/Mars ILL
(manCHILD’s parts only)
Hook:
Heads rush and faces blush when the fader gets touched/
There’s not much time to rhyme and sometimes it’s not
enough/
Touch mics, touch Christ, when we speak life through
songs/
It’s tough to touch lives and then to have to move on…
Verse: manCHILD
I’m breaking the monotony, give heads frontal lobotomies/
My melody is harmony, thoughts darker than mahogany/
I’m letting the rhythm hit em with pendulum swings I’m
thinking/
Break the maximum down to minimum, these battles, I’ll keep
winnin em/
Vocal ships I’m sinking, sendin em home with pink slips/
Taking their jobs in the interim, sign autographs with ink
tips/
Delinquent micro-marathon, the dawn of information/
Hyperventilating on smoke signals from my nation/
Pacing myself like Reggie Miller while I’m taking/
Shots at the oppressors, politicians, pimps and pagans/
Breaking promises to children only leads to broken
dreams/
We take it back to the beginning and stay fly by any
means/
It’s like a chemical reaction when we enter your
subliminal/
In NC-17, Restricted, PG, or General/
Collapse your ventricle, you’ll live again, begin again/
Call your Congressman in Washington, say, “it’s not about
the Benjamins!”/
It’s interesting, they start what they don’t intend on
finishing/
They think nobody’s listening, they’re screaming like Sam
Kennison/
Remebering my rent, I stretch my pennies to a nickel/
My mind drifts to Galgotha to see the man in the middle/
See some are fickle, they stick you, shoot you down like a
pistol/
Grip, grapple mics like a shackle, down and ready for
battle/
I dabble in what you like, extend the boundaries of
sound/
Dialect with derelicts and give the homeless a pound/
In all this found fans and I hope they understand/
Does the man control the mic or does the mic control the
man/
In all this found fans and I pray you understand/
Does the man control the mic or does the mic control the
man?