Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers s*****n you for tax
Robbery a&r s*****ry
s*** is killin me softly wit that same d*** song
Makin folk dumber in the summer
A b**mer when they shot willie in that hummer
Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin on empty help go the desperado
So i bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow
No info to the masses as they shake their a****
No clue but i can¹t get my s*** up in to you
Crayola with that same same ol s***
Crayola with that played playa s***
Crayola with that kid crayon s***
Crayola with them ol spray on hits
All f***** up ways must fall
Now the industry can¹t stop me
A vendetta to make the whole game better
They get the cheddar
All i got is a f***** letter
What i owe? What am i
Another number and a ho, they don¹t know
Time to see em go like dominoes
About time cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme
Got these new souls controlled goin outta their mind
Missed what i said cause they don¹t even own their own heads
Go one go all i forgot they made robots outta some of yall
Today all f***** up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head f***** by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow
Swallowing all that s*** that¹s shallow
Give the baby anything the baby wants
But that¹s how them b******s get us up in them caskets
Try to get me where they want me
Before some of them jump me
Go tell em i¹m a start a rebellion
Educate the felons easy on yeah
Tell em what the f*** am i yellin
No tellin you got them artists and artificials
If it ain¹t right i don¹t give a d*** if it¹s sellin
Recruits chasin and racin for that loot
Usin usual drum loops so i salute my troops
I don¹t socialize or mingle, f*** the promotionals
And you know what and that g-d*** single
And the marketing team for that matter
It don¹t matter
Dj¹s gettin dimes for time on a platter
I ain¹t gotta be high to jack so i hijack
Fm - radio - eff em turn it around m****f****
Gods to n*****, queens to b******
Race against time see em all runnin for the riches
Everything had its chance last dance
Some things change like them weather forecasts
Ha funny how s*** don¹t last
Crayola with that same same ol s***
Crayola with that played playa s***
Crayola with that kid crayon s***
Crayola with them ol spray on hits
New cats jackin beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers s*****n you for tax
Robbery a&r s*****ry
s*** is killin me softly wit that same d*** song
Makin folk dumber in the summer
A b**mer when they shot willie in that hummer
Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin on empty help go the desperado
So i bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow
No info to the masses as they shake their a****
No clue but i can¹t get my s*** up in to you
Crayola with that same same ol s***
Crayola with that played playa s***
Crayola with that kid crayon s***
Crayola with them ol spray on hits
All f***** up ways must fall
Now the industry can¹t stop me
A vendetta to make the whole game better
They get the cheddar
All i got is a f***** letter
What i owe? What am i
Another number and a ho, they don¹t know
Time to see em go like dominoes
About time cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme
Got these new souls controlled goin outta their mind
Missed what i said cause they don¹t even own their own heads
Go one go all i forgot they made robots outta some of yall
Today all f***** up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head f***** by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow
Swallowing all that s*** that¹s shallow
Give the baby anything the baby wants
But that¹s how them b******s get us up in them caskets
Try to get me where they want me
Before some of them jump me
Go tell em i¹m a start a rebellion
Educate the felons easy on yeah
Tell em what the f*** am i yellin
No tellin you got them artists and artificials
If it ain¹t right i don¹t give a d*** if it¹s sellin
Recruits chasin and racin for that loot
Usin usual drum loops so i salute my troops
I don¹t socialize or mingle, f*** the promotionals
And you know what and that g-d*** single
And the marketing team for that matter
It don¹t matter
Dj¹s gettin dimes for time on a platter
I ain¹t gotta be high to jack so i hijack
Fm - radio - eff em turn it around m****f****
Gods to n*****, queens to b******
Race against time see em all runnin for the riches
Everything had its chance last dance
Some things change like them weather forecasts
Ha funny how s*** don¹t last
Crayola with that same same ol s***
Crayola with that played playa s***
Crayola with that kid crayon s***
Crayola with them ol spray on hits