[Verse 1]
My nigga said, "Speak on it, throw a slow tempo beat on it,"
He said, "Real Hip Hop gonna feed off it."
Call in sick to the beef meat market come back with peace offering
No man is a island, no man is sovereign
Any artist, could turn a garden to a desert
But can he turn a desert to a garden?
These haters hating my bars, playing they part
The illest alive, it ain't my fault, where do I start?
My words always go unheard, my voice is ignored
Nobody will ever understand 10,000 bars
I don't even understand it myself
7 billion people on the planet, not 1 understands how I felt
I feel like Sophia Stewart, the male oracle of rap music
I've been through implorable abuses
Let me explain something called mechanical royalty
A certain amount of albums get pressed up quarterly
For every unit that's pressed, they owe me a dollar
Father Author Poor Pauper, they called me a ?????
On a corner drinking Goldschlager, it's not something that I'm proud of
The business is corrupt and dishonest
It's a law not a promise
Distributors supposed to pay each artist a dollar per album per project
After mechanical royalty is confirmed
Copyright infringement is the next lesson to learn
The writer is the copyright holder, in my case I'm the owner
Without a signature you're not supposed to, sell my music but they sold it
A quarter million dollar fine and five months in prison, hold up!
How many songs you wrote Bus?
I wrote one thousand five hundred, ASCAP don't lie about the numbers
But my account got shut down I got no referral
From the biggest collection agency in the world
Here we go boys and girls they took everything from me
I wondered if it's cause I'm ugly, or unlucky
I said fuck you crooks you stole my money, keep it gully
They keep playing courtroom rugby
I feel like God don't love me
Cause not one person on the planet stepped up to represent me
And now here I am talking to you, but not really though
Cause I know you don't really hear me though
So now I'm sending a message as far as it could go
In the hope that it could maybe reach an uncorrupt soul
"Somewhere over the rainbow," I go through pain they'll never know
That's why I'm so miserable, yo
Turn into the lyrical Hulk, jump the gate, grab you by the throat
I should break your fuckin' neck cause I'm broke
But I ain't really on it like that, I'm so important to rap
One day I'll get a lawyer to do that
For now evil wins overwhelming the people with sin
The modern day Djinn with medieval grins
The Jim Baker jungle gym, drink gin and jump into him
Then jump into them, then jump back to gin
I don't want no money, I just want justice
But nowadays no one gives a fuck so fuck it!
You gotta love it, big business, big budget
Harry Fox hates Hip Hop I'm going public!
My nigga said, "Speak on it, throw a slow tempo beat on it,"
He said, "Real Hip Hop gonna feed off it."
Call in sick to the beef meat market come back with peace offering
No man is a island, no man is sovereign
Any artist, could turn a garden to a desert
But can he turn a desert to a garden?
These haters hating my bars, playing they part
The illest alive, it ain't my fault, where do I start?
My words always go unheard, my voice is ignored
Nobody will ever understand 10,000 bars
I don't even understand it myself
7 billion people on the planet, not 1 understands how I felt
I feel like Sophia Stewart, the male oracle of rap music
I've been through implorable abuses
Let me explain something called mechanical royalty
A certain amount of albums get pressed up quarterly
For every unit that's pressed, they owe me a dollar
Father Author Poor Pauper, they called me a ?????
On a corner drinking Goldschlager, it's not something that I'm proud of
The business is corrupt and dishonest
It's a law not a promise
Distributors supposed to pay each artist a dollar per album per project
After mechanical royalty is confirmed
Copyright infringement is the next lesson to learn
The writer is the copyright holder, in my case I'm the owner
Without a signature you're not supposed to, sell my music but they sold it
A quarter million dollar fine and five months in prison, hold up!
How many songs you wrote Bus?
I wrote one thousand five hundred, ASCAP don't lie about the numbers
But my account got shut down I got no referral
From the biggest collection agency in the world
Here we go boys and girls they took everything from me
I wondered if it's cause I'm ugly, or unlucky
I said fuck you crooks you stole my money, keep it gully
They keep playing courtroom rugby
I feel like God don't love me
Cause not one person on the planet stepped up to represent me
And now here I am talking to you, but not really though
Cause I know you don't really hear me though
So now I'm sending a message as far as it could go
In the hope that it could maybe reach an uncorrupt soul
"Somewhere over the rainbow," I go through pain they'll never know
That's why I'm so miserable, yo
Turn into the lyrical Hulk, jump the gate, grab you by the throat
I should break your fuckin' neck cause I'm broke
But I ain't really on it like that, I'm so important to rap
One day I'll get a lawyer to do that
For now evil wins overwhelming the people with sin
The modern day Djinn with medieval grins
The Jim Baker jungle gym, drink gin and jump into him
Then jump into them, then jump back to gin
I don't want no money, I just want justice
But nowadays no one gives a fuck so fuck it!
You gotta love it, big business, big budget
Harry Fox hates Hip Hop I'm going public!
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