We'll make change from within it,
But if not we'll get got, cause bitter washed-up cynics
Pretend to like spot hype and we'll be alright
Singing right for the fight and we can better this life
Chorus
Mmm I wonder how to leave the underground with dignity intact and be the rappers that we are today we say but even fatter
So we'll tour in tons of towns and bump the sound for kids that need the facts and fiend for rap and something to say but in this industry is backwards
Mmm without radio play your sales may be okay maybe you'll stay afloat maybe plenty of tape maybe you'll drown turn the radio down
Who's that? Sweatshop, and we shaking your ground
Love to hand feed everyone
Do believe its fundamental to need funds,
Sobering look at what we've become, above our heads a web of deceit is spun.
To the beat of a drum, we'll speak to the young
And teach, never preach of false freedom
Redeem some rights, some wrongs, and write my songs to feed the
and industry pythons.
No matter what you say, you better watch the snakes;
We're just the prey for anybody who loves the game.
But trust the game, gonna embrace the touch of fame-
(Don't worry there's no shame!)
'Cause no way it's okay, they get jerked for low pay, have to serve and obey, it's all work and no play!
But hope
don't change a make some old diggy overplayed willy
what tape with no soul.
Chorus (2x)
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