VERSE 1Come now, look at the twist in their promise and the way they just lock us in feesIt ain't about the artist, its about the margin of motherfucking profit seen, (Please, yeah)Stop it, rock it, drop itLock us in contracts so they profitThats the strategy that they try to encourageLet their business flourish cause “artists are rubbish” above usI can feel the friction fracture their fingers the way they're devisingTemperature rising as they rub their hands and smile, yo, could you give me the reason to by it?Creativity a lie, blood sucking leeches with fucking suit and tiesHunt down a prosperous enterprise and lieFuck all them contacts, tell us otherwiseCHORUSSo what do want from me?You've been bleeding us dryThe reason we won'tThe reason we don'tThe reason we're never ever gonna dieWhat more do you want from us?We're just trying to get byThe reason we won'tThe reason we don'tThe reason we're never ever gonna dieJust give us a second to breatheYou're bringing us down to the kneesGive us a second to breatheStill, a slave to the beatJust give us a second to breatheYou're bringing us down to kneesGive us a second to breatheStill, a slave to the beatVERSE 2I feel excluded, heavily used its brutal lucrative serpent with movementsWhat you doing?Tell me you all the sameCan you prove it?Yo, who's this coming through that back door?Serving city with the rap rawStuck in the middle, terms and conditions becoming riddlesI might sign with the devil (hahahah)Supply the content and they winningLaughing over gin and tonic while the artist vomits trying to finish, sick of itLet me pick apart this rigorous trickery up in this bitch, shitIts ugly how they all get rich explicitly making us uselessThey're looting off us now and yo, we're just trying to make movements!BRIDGEI see them looking and laughingThink I'm a rookie with action?I see them looking and laughingBreak and enter to the label and trash it! x2Just looking to trespass, get my last laughFor that track stashI'm ‘bout to tell ‘em wordsThey ain't never heardHit em in every nerveFuck all the bullshitFor the money and fame you could lose itCook up a storm and they cut it like crack and they serve like who's this?CHORUSSo what do want from me?You've been bleeding us dryThe reason we won'tThe reason we don'tThe reason we're never ever gonna dieWhat more do you want from us?We're just trying to get byThe reason we won'tThe reason we don'tThe reason we're never ever gonna dieJust give us a second to breatheYou're bringing us down to the kneesGive us a second to breatheStill, a slave to the beatJust give us a second to breatheYou're bringing us down to kneesGive us a second to breatheStill, a slave to the beat
