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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #785
Peak in subgenre #402
Author
Sun Zoo
Rights
2006
Uploaded
January 21, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:12
Lyrics
I can't take it, turn on the radio, it's fake shit
Turn to my man like 'Change the station"
You can seek for ten minutes yo, it's the same shit
And I ain't even got a CD to replace it
It's all sex, lies, and videotape
Diamond rings, big chains, and high-class champagne
These rappers wanna front like they owning an airplane
They can barely afford to even rent for a damn day
Yo, I understand how the industry works
You on a contract, then you probably finna get jerked
I know it's big bills they be giving at first
But they don't pay for your studio and it'll get worse
When you find out you have to pay back the advance
Before you see any money that they make on your jams
Too many of you rappers put your name on the line
And then end up broke when your label is fine
HOOK:
If you signed a contract for your life, need to get free
If you don't own none of your rights, need to get free
I see the chains and the ice, but don't tempt me
Turn off the radio, people, and get free
Now you got some old dude and you owe him your life
Because you signed a contract for the dough and the ice
Well, I hope you got it and I hope it was nice
'Cause now this dude has control of what you flow in the mic, man
You wanna get real, he wanna get hard
You wanna heal wounds, he probably wanna make new scars
Controversy sells, yo, he knows the biz
But now you don't know whether you should show your kids
But shit's on the radio and getting some love
Nobody gives a fuck what you did in the club
But they do love to dance so your shit will get played
Nobody really cares what you think or you say
Plus you can't send a message 'cause the tapes of your shit
Have to get approved by the fucking label exec, who's like:
"Nobody wants to dance to political shit,
Get back in the studio and make us a hit"
HOOK
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