Lyrics

[Verse 1: manCHILD] From Atlanta to Atlantis, spray words upon the canvas You can see what I'm saying while I'm praying like a mantis Listen for the answers in the heartbeat of the atmosph- Fearing everything in plains, hills, rocks, and plateaus Battle rhymes passing' time, the motto of a mastermind Words will shift the paradigm, assassinate the asinine You act or rhyme, make up your mind, model just for Calvin Klein To reach the top you have to climb then have autographs to sign Lines in the sand drawn, hands holding back applause But if you stand for nothing, kid, then you fall I got you holding' down pause on the way to press rewind You swim the Nile to hear the manCHILD one more time Time flies by fast, I feel it getting closer Tears trail past, leading to the Via Dolorosa Hold fast to facts, because life's a roller coaster First transforms to last, then it's over [Hook] Seeing the flip side, seemingly the dark side is brighter Day is night, wrong is right, you can't decide To fight the fire or pour on the gasoline Everything is not what it seems [Verse 2: manCHILD] Melodic patriotic emcee on any topic I please Move like nautical breeze, the world's a tropical freeze They smoke the tallest of trees, and hookers fall to they knees And even 1-900 females got the caller to please See me I offer to be, completely honest with thee And hope the masses with the phonics and the sonnets I free Yo! It's a difficult task, like alcoholics to see The 12-step program logically, when gin and tonics are free It's catastrophic to me, the world turns, the world burns I hold my breath until my death, until the world learns I'm not concerned with fashion statements, statements I'm patiently mashing For satisfaction, not cash flashing but compassion You nice the jokes on you, so yo why ain't you laughing You wanted to see the change, but you was afraid to take the action I'm trapped in an environment where cannibals are free And there's no place to grow my family tree, so why that be [Hook] Seeing the flip side, seemingly the dark side is brighter Day is night, wrong is right, you can't decide To fight the fire or pour on the gasoline Everything is not what it seems [Verse 3: manCHILD] Yo, heads is screaming' for silence, busting' shots to stop the violence Praying for freedom but don't realize that self becomes the tyrant Beaten to compliance, lulled unto defiance Up is down, black is white, left is right, and plus is minus ManCHILD drops science to raise the expectations When you visit local record stores, or tune to radio stations Salivate for your salvation, feed on information Mic metamorphs to pulpit, and consumer to congregation Creation not creator, praise due to father nature ManCHILD my nomenclature rap diplomat debate ya Not a playa, in fact I quit school 'cause they had recess I thrive inside the drums as I strive to be the best Not the type to simply wallow in hollow raw bravado Eat emcees in open mics and still they find me hard to swallow Lead while others follow, live my days with no pride Don't brag or boast but in the Most High confide Tides turn and rush the chamber, I'm no stranger to death But when these guns talking' to me kid, they just wasting' their breath Rest my case on your face, it's on you to decide I really hope to see you on the flip side [Hook] Seeing the flip side, seemingly the dark side is brighter Day is night, wrong is right, you can't decide To fight the fire or pour on the gasoline Everything is not what it seems