[Intro] [gospel choir, 120bpm] Yeah (oh Lord!) Yeah (hallelujah!) Smile for the promotion (yeah) Manufacture the emotion (praise!) Mouth the words without devotion (oh!) Hit create and start the commotion (oh no!) [Verse 1] [staccato rap, ultra fast 180bpm] This ain’t art, it’s administration (lame!) Two-minute contractual obligation Not for the love, not for creation (no love?) Definitely not a gift to the nation (uhh!) Prompt got written, beat got rendered Lyrics came out half-surrendered (oh Lord!) Knob gets turned, somebody’s knocking Ball gets passed, apparently we’re driving (no!) What does it mean? Nobody knows Throw in a Wraith and designer clothes (for what?) French grapes twice, now call it a hook Did anybody involved even give it a look? [Hook] [gospel choir, 120bpm] Contractual obligation Zero signs of inspiration (Lord help us!) Not for the culture, not for the nation Just upload it for the corporation (no faith!) Contractual obligation Maximum brand participation Minimum care in the presentation Now remixers handle the renovation (save us!) [Verse 2] [staccato rap, ultra fast 180bpm] Breathy vocals, mumble the line (mblmbl mblmbl) Maybe nonsense sounds profound with time Falsetto floating, words disappear (hells spawn!) Can’t hate the lyrics if nobody can hear Calling round the world with nothing to say She left the house, then she left the Wraith (huh?) She left him in bed, then stars rotate (my Lord?) Every random thought made the final take No second draft, no quality check (nothing divine!) Just stretch one chorus and ship the track Contestants working through the night (praise them!) Trying to make the original sound all right They’ll fix the bass, they’ll fix the drums They’ll pitch the vocals till the feeling comes More dedication in one remix station (the Lords gift!) Than the whole contractual obligation [Hook] [gospel choir, 120bpm] Contractual obligation Zero signs of inspiration (Lord forgive 'em!) Not for the culture, not for the nation Just upload it for the corporation (for money?) Contractual obligation Maximum brand participation Minimum care in the presentation Now remixers handle the renovation (oh Lord help them!) [Bridge] [staccato rap, ultra fast 180bpm, background gospel choir] Turn the knob, start knocking (yo!) Pass the ball, start driving Don’t ask why, keep nodding Pretend the metaphors are thriving Grapes, grapes Wraith, Wraith Love you, blame you Same take (Lord, please end this!) [Final Verse] [staccato rap, ultra fast 180bpm] I’m not saying every song needs revelation Sometimes music’s only recreation But this sounds less like imagination And more like someone met a deadline limitation So here’s my entry, my interpretation: A remix built from irritation You supplied the raw frustration I supplied the actual dedication (praise the Lord!) [Final Hook] [gospel choir, 120bpm, epic climax] Contractual obligation Now it’s gained a transformation (praise the Lord!) Wasn’t much of a foundation (built on sand!) But we turned it into entertainment Contractual obligation Thank you for the invitation You made content for promotion We made music from the commotion
