Record Company Pimpin’ Ice Cube

[Intro]
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
A nigga told me, the record company's the pimp
The artist is the ho, The stage is the corner
And the audience is the trick, god damn

[Verse 1]
Incredible young nigga, you can't believe I'm just one nigga
God damn i've gotten bigger
Intellect superior
Walk in a room and make the whole interior, inferior
If you look me in my eyes
You might fuck around and lose control
Of your mind body and your soul, grab ahold
Undisputed on the microphone, whatchu think
If you wink, i'll make you ich think
Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter
Shotgun enema, this ain't no cinema
All praises due to the creator
--for this man here, that can't no nigga stand near--
True, inventor of the W
Whatchu wanna do, i got the red and the blue
Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps
Record company death traps settin' decoys
Just to pimp young b-boys
With a cup full of yak, studio contact
Maniac with a contract
Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble
About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level
Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in
And take all my publishin', god damn
Do i take it up the rectum
Just to rock the spectrum
Give up a right arm, just to do the form
Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin'
No more, record company pimpin'