The Treatment
[Intro]
This is a treatment
[Verse 1: Manchild]
I got a cure
I got a pure way of speaking to the people on tour
I got a little truth if you're simply unsure
I can fit it to your mind's contour 'til your spine wants more
I'm fine on the floor, but I'd rather stand
Rather hand what I can to child, woman, and man
I'd rather build a fan base slow
Rather teach you, I reach with a grand grade show
I'll give it all I got and I need none back
I'll spit it 'til it's hot and all I need's one track
I'll give it 'cause it's been given to me, I'll give it cuz I'm s'posed to
Give it to you free, don't matter if I know you
Love gotta show through, me and my whole crew
Fill your bank account better than some dough do
Cities that I blow through go cold crush
Those that I touch gotta feel a slow rush
[Chorus 1]
This is a treatment, a method which takes time to master
Stylistic shapes and form, out of the norm
Big Rec, Braille, and Manchild bringing it on
[Verse 2: Braille]
Armed forces forced to forfeit against the linguistic swordsman
Crack a cookie for a fortune, biting my style is forbidden
Wisdom contain, in chambers, locked in my mentality
How I kill the beat with skills elite is an unsolved mystery
Solved, by the detective, inspecting the scene with keen eyes
You write rhymes with green eyes, I write to free minds
In neon signs, easily noticed, among the chaos and madness
You paperweight, plastic, never gonna be classic
Class is in session, I cipher with freestyle methods
That paint the wall better then your pen sketches, catch this
Sales pitch that Braille rips, microphones immensely
If I blow they'll probably call me, the next Elvis Presley
Press me on CDs and Wax, tapes are obsolete like your style is
Your style is obsolete cause you have none
I scatter mine, climb the ladder, continue to grow
Your performance ain't live, you're just putting on a show
I'm showing and proving, shaking and moving, the medication is soothing
Rocking often, dropping wattage, to unclog the blockage to your heart
That's the target that we're aimed at, the truth hurts
That's how we bring the pain and the treatment on the same track
[Chorus 1]
This is a treatment, a method which takes time to master
Stylistic shapes and form, out of the norm
Big Rec, Braille, and Manchild bringing it on
[Chorus 2]
This is a treatment, pay attention to the lesson at hand
Grand or a million couldn't buy these stats
Yeah, you writing exact, now we bringing it back
[Verse 3: Big Rec]:
I wreck shop by nature, direct shots, I ? you
Direct spots, behavior inappropriate for label on microphones
I major in mastering the vision, giving 'em spirit limitless
To rhythm I'm indigenous
My stimulus is impetus impeding all the impotent
They who force the ignorance ignite, I do diminish men
On mics I might just finish them
Proper treatment of the culture's missing, intimidation
Can't fit in when witnessing, this African American
Guy and he's warrior, breaking through corridors
Of the fallacyville who ain't listening
Sticking in the fickle with the tickle four
Passage, I frustrate the fake and jacks, the art of rap I'm taking back
Flow ambidextrous, left, right, back into the jab
Testing this to get you left, right back into the lab
A lesson in emceeing, wrecking style, vomit, spots
Sparking the conclusion of a riot like Ohmega Watts
[Chorus 1]
This is a treatment, a method which takes time to master
Stylistic shapes and form, out of the norm
Big Rec, Braille, and Manchild bringing it on
[Chorus 2]
This is a treatment, pay attention to the lesson at hand
Grand or a million couldn't buy these stats
Yeah, you writing exact, now we bringing it back