So you want music for nutn,`n think we don`t deserve money,/
`cuz hiphop`s about love `n you can always burn a copy,/
lemme tell you, fuck yo lovin`,this is work not a hobby,/
you say we robbin` people, support the artists `fore they stop this,/
Start datin` men, the love you showin` us ain`t payin` rent,/
you expect us to say in tents, `n keep on wastin` pens,/
`n before they in shelves, every longplays in the net,/
no rap on charts means radios play Anastacia instead,/
OK fools, so you don`t wanna support multinational labels,/
Great news!`cuz of yo fake moves you ain`t make a debut,/
even if signed mcs stay true, you think they ain`t cool,/
`cuz now they got their first in their life to make paper,/
You don`t like indies neither `cuz you know you ain`t gonna be there,/
soon you`re a punk in a wheelchair, for thinkin` music is freeware,/
The only money we gettin` is from gigs, plus a percentage,/
from sales, which is none, `cuz ya kids don`t respect shit,/
it`s mad shit, still teens got burners but they tagless,/
they used to be hunted by badges, now they scan the net fo`tracklists,/
they act bitch `n the fact is they`re pants is saggin`,/
most practise rappin` `n can`t have it, dat they lack the talent,/
so they all burn the album – for what reason you do it,/
you answer – cuz` it`s wack – Hey, then don`t listen to it,/
or maybe you bought the EP`n was real disappointed,/
just go to a record store to check this shit out, to avoid this,/
copyin` is stealin` `n ya know how thieves are handled,/
we cut yo hands off, grab all of yo cash, thank you!/
`cuz half of this is passion `n the other half``s financial,/
I`ve worked my ass off! Now gimme what`s mine, asshole!/
as kids take turns on burners, artists work makin` burgers,/
`n rap only at home `n ain`t gettin` it any further,/
`cuz we need music bizz like distribution deals,/
`n I think we fuckin` deserve it if our music`s ill!