Correction Lyrics The Music Industry by Tom MacDonald

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Look at all the rappers that the games killed
Record labels making billions, why can’t artists even pay bills?
You get taken advantage of if you take deals
They’re the devil, ain’t no angels in the outfield
You get you chains and a bracelet, maybe a fake grill
You get you paid and you’re famous, baby, it ain’t real
Couple millie think you made it, but the record label take it when you overdose on alcohol and pain pills

Gimme a pen and pad, I’m gonna get in the lab
I’m gonna kill ’em with tracks, I’m ’bout to deliver the facts
Nobody holding me back, labels are tricking the fans
Rappers are industry plans, everything’s planned

I ain’t brain dead, never signed a deal, it don’t make sense
Never let a label manipulate what I’ve made yet
Invading the industry independently, I break in
Killed the gatekeepers with a blade, leave the gat ban
Mainstream rappers see the fame, wanna break bread
Soul ain’t for sale, never sellout tryna pay rent
Illuminati [?] the industry hail satan
The devil making deals, I won’t shake hands
Independent, underrated, these other rappers all hate it
Going viral with no label, with no manager or agent
Call my momma, I’ve got commas, and the money going crazy
And she crying, tryna tell me that she’s happy for her baby, like

Ooh aye
Finally got that deal, got a pen in my hand
Ooh aye
Like how you tryna buy who the hell I am?

You can keep your cash I’m not that broke, I won’t sign no contract, I do me
Y’all are cancelled, stealing people’s dreams, how can you sleep?
It’s a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos
I’m independent till I’m dead, I quit the music industry

Artists really only wanna chase dreams
We’re broke all our lives, begging labels, “Please take me”
Tricked us into thinking, getting deals is a great thing
Spent our whole careers tryna break free
The fans say they love us, tryna give ’em music they need
Lable doesn’t like it, that ain’t mainstream
You’re looking in the mirror like, “What happened, man? This ain’t me”
I guess that I just don’t see what they see

Gimme a mic and a booth, I’m gonna die for the truth
I’m gonna fight for the youth, I’ve not got nothing to lose
Labels are hiding the proof, look, I’mma give you a clue
Illuminati symbols are the logos major labels use

They’re calling me an industry plant, I giggle and laugh
I’m the total opposite of what they want, I’m spitting the facts
I make songs about the honest things you whisper to fam
I’ve exposed the government, they wanna kill me for that
I put the pedophile sex cults on infinite blast
I leaked the industry secrets, and I did it with rap
How dare you try to say that my intentions are enacting?
Now my vision is a pillar of their intricate plan
No one to manage my decisions and the pending gold plaques
No, you won’t see my initials on official contracts
Independent till I’m dead or I’m a very old man
Middle finger I’m a missile that they can’t hold back, like

Ooh aye
Finally got that deal, got a pen in my hand
Ooh aye
Like how you tryna buy who the hell I am?

Miss me with all that industry talk
Worked my whole life for the things that I have
Why would I give you the keys to the car
If you just gon’ drive while I pay for the gas?
I ain’t gon’ come to your meetings no more
Told you already ain’t giving you half
Y’all can’t wait to get your feet in the door
Then lock me outside while you steal from my fans

Keep your cash I’m not that broke, I won’t sign no contract, I do me
Y’all are cancelled, stealing people’s dreams, how can you sleep?
It’s a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos
I’m independent till I’m dead, I quit the music industry
Keep your cash I’m not that broke, I won’t sign no contract, I do me
Y’all are cancelled, stealing people’s dreams, how can you sleep?
It’s a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos
I’m independent till I’m dead, I quit the music industry

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