Contractual Obligation (Cover @Rising Phoenix Herald)

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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Smile for the promotion (grin!)
Manufacture the emotion (fake!)
Mouth the words without devotion (lame!)
Hit create and start the commotion (boo!)

[Verse 1]
This ain’t art, it’s administration (yo)
Two-minute contractual obligation
Not for the love, not for creation (duh!)
Definitely not a gift to the nation

Prompt got written, beat got rendered
Lyrics came out half-surrendered (hands up!)
Knob gets turned, somebody’s knocking
Ball gets passed, apparently we’re driving (but where?)

What does it mean? Nobody knows
Throw in a Wraith and designer clothes (huh?)
French grapes twice, now call it a hook
Did anybody involved even give it a look? (no no)

[Hook]
Contractual obligation
Zero signs of inspiration
Not for the culture, not for the nation
Just upload it for the corporation

Contractual obligation
Maximum brand participation
Minimum care in the presentation
Now remixers handle the renovation

[Verse 2]
Breathy vocals, mumble the line
Maybe nonsense sounds profound with time (huh?)
Falsetto floating, words disappear
Can’t hate the lyrics if nobody can hear (what?)

Calling round the world with nothing to say
She left the house, then she left the Wraith (what?)
She left him in bed, then stars rotate
Every random thought made the final take (the only take)

No second draft, no quality check (what for?)
Just stretch one chorus and ship the track 
Contestants working through the night
Trying to make the original sound all right (fuck this!)

They’ll fix the bass, they’ll fix the drums
They’ll pitch the vocals till the feeling comes (ahhh!)
More dedication in one remix station
Than the whole contractual obligation (yo!)

[Hook]
Contractual obligation
Zero signs of inspiration
Not for the culture, not for the nation
Just upload it for the corporation

Contractual obligation
Maximum brand participation
Minimum care in the presentation
Now remixers handle the renovation

[Bridge]
[rap storytelling]
Turn the knob, start knocking (knock!)
Pass the ball, start driving
Don’t ask why, keep nodding
Pretend the metaphors are thriving

Grapes, grapes (huh?)
Wraith, Wraith (huh?)
Love you, blame you
Same take (only take!)

[Final Verse]
I’m not saying every song needs revelation
Sometimes music’s only recreation (ahhh)
But this sounds less like imagination
And more like someone met a deadline limitation (hurry up!)

So here’s my entry, my interpretation:
A remix built from irritation (huh?)
You supplied the raw frustration
I supplied the actual dedication (yo!)

[Final Hook]
Contractual obligation
Now it’s gained a transformation
Wasn’t much of a foundation
But we turned it into entertainment

Contractual obligation
Thank you for the invitation
You made content for promotion
We made music from the commotion

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

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