So you want music for nothing, and think we don`t deserve money
`cause hiphop`s about love and you can always burn a copy
Let me tell you, f** 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, and keep on wastin` pens
And 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! `cause of your fake moves you ain`t make a debut
Even if signed mc's stay true, you think they ain`t cool
`cause now they got their first in their life to make paper
You don`t like indies neither `cause 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, `cause you kids don`t respect sh**
It`s mad sh**, still teens got burners but they tagless
They used to be hunted by badges, now they scan the net fo`tracklists
They act b**h and the fact is they`re pants is saggin`
Most practise rappin` and can`t have it, dat they lack the talent
So they all burn the album - for what reason you do it
You answer - cause` 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 sh** out, to avoid this
Copyin` is stealin` and you know how thieves are handled
We cut your hands off, grab all of your cash, thank you!
`cause half of this is pa**ion and the other half `s financial
I`ve worked my a** off! Now give me what`s mine, a**hole!
As kids take turns on burners, artists work makin` burgers
And rap only at home and ain`t gettin` it any further
Cause we need music bizz like distribution deals
And I think we f**in` deserve it if our music`s ill!...