[Intro] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha When the monster you created Comes back to bite you in the ass Ha, ha, ha
[Verse 1] What I say in this disclosure (What?) Y'all are stupid, you get shoulder (Ha) ’Cause your plan was to get over (Whoop whoop whoop) Since the days of Victrola All the years of straight lies and deprivin' Now I'm pushin’ to take a dive and connivin' We should never hear any cries on the guys When independents we risin', high steady survivin' Never ever had an artist wanna spray us 'Cause when they do the fuckin' work, they know we pay up And I see the labels getting set to bust 'Cause them people wanna bypass them and come direct to us I mean those with no major, mo' ways to grow paper For the little mane, they cut out the middle gang Now you gotta threaten ’em, tell ’em you'll pull your catalog We ain’t gotta do that at all, we say, "Ain't that a hog?" Fuck the
[Pre-Chorus] Industry, menace, remember me Finish these sinners, replenish me Slim if he grim and see clemency In the seat, chin then need dentistry
[Chorus] We don't sob when you suffer (Nah) We say haha motherfucker (Haha motherfucker) On god when they snuff ya I stand, right hand, middle finger, fuck ya
[Verse 2] You in trouble now, we that bubble sound Your record label better get with it or then it's Hubble bound I mean to rebel now, so many befuddled clowns in the industry Then it’s me, leaving 'em with muddled frowns You've been greedy so believe me Your thievery will indeed hit you right where your cheese be For years you been dumb and hold the juice But it's over now, the chickens are coming home to roost Get a little stupid, get, get a little stupid I mean get a lotta stupid 'cause y'all dishonor the music That's why we celebratin' artists cooled as Christmas 'Cause we know without no artists, ain't no music business Nigga fuck the
[Pre-Chorus] Industry, menace, remember me Finish these sinners, replenish me Slim if he grim and see clemency In the seat, chin then need dentistry
[Chorus] We don't sob when you suffer (Nah) We say haha motherfucker (Haha motherfucker) On god when they snuff ya I stand, right hand, middle finger, fuck ya
[Verse 3] This is what will happen when you foul on me (Yeah) Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (Whoop) Play me then you turn me to a malice man No more fucking Grammys Family never see you smile again (Yeah) This is what will happen when you foul on me (Yeah) Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (Whoop) Play me then you turn me to a malice man No more fucking Grammy's Family never see you smile again (Bitch) This is what will happen when you foul on me (Yeah) Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (What) Play me then you turn me to a malice man No more fucking Grammy's Family never see you smile again
[Outro] You used our music to get a quick check But you've created something you'll definitely regret We are the new music business, it goes the fuck up Strange Music! Tech N9ne! Fuck the industry, independents We enemies to them and he that's blind The champ is here, the champ is here, the champ is here The champ is nearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
