K-Rino - Worth More Dead lyrics

[Verse 1: K-Rino] You want fame don't you? But chasing the majors the wrong move It's a known rule; Sign a contract, they own you You thinking because you, give'em hits they love you Inside of the clutches of the machine they plug you It's more than the paper with your name on the a dotted line Anytime that they get you to sign it's a plot in mind They try to find our ? artist and hand'em Contracts so complex only they understand'em Built to destroy ya, you can't afford a lawyer So they offer to manage you and handle your buisness for ya What was the price? You thinking you covered for life But they s**ered you for royalties and publishing rights They got millions in hand while you living in dream land Went platinum and only got paid 15 grand Didn't understand that they profit whatever you speak It's a devilish beast controlling the level you reach [Hook x2: K-Rino] They want your masters They want your name Now all you work to build up is gone in flames They want your publishing and mechanical rights And when they finish using you they want your life [Verse 2: K-Rino] The day you awaken and learn the business they panic And blackball you because this industry is satanic And you can't even capitalize on your fame Cuz the paper work explains that they own your name Your catalog was strong, now it's gone in smoke All your blood, sweat and years, every song you wrote Belongs to a goat worshiper whose thrones a joke His family eats 20 generations long, you broke They let you rise nation wide and international fast Your a**ets accumulate past your actual cash The fans love you, so you still selling out shows You expose that they was the people and tell them 'bout those So the momentum grows, open eyes no longer closed A wise artist threatens their power, influence imposed So now they know that the only road and option to go Is to eliminate the icon and triple the dough [Hook x2: K-Rino] They want your masters They want your name Now all you work to build up is gone in flames They want your publishing and mechanical rights And when they finish using you they want your life [Verse 3: K-Rino] This ain't practice dude, never get your facts confused Read secret relationship between blacks and j**s Manipulation of artists is a cla**ic move And a few material objects distracts the fool Only a devil would scheme and not give me my green That's why Michael Jackson called out Jimmy Iovine His words were too extreme so they had to solve that Mike was k**ed then Sony got the catalog back The record company gets every dime that's made And gets paid for every song every time it's played It's a war, why you thinkin it's only coincidence It happened to Sam Cooke, Jimi Hendrixs and Prince Any artist with a free mind who fought for their work Was strategically plotted on and eventually murked When you control the art, they attack and a**ault Who gunna end up with the music Prince had in his vault? The music outlives the artist, and the truth is the truth After they k**'em, then the record sales shoot through the roof Digital, physical sell'in fast, with foot on the gas Eternal cash and dead artist, K put'em on blast [Hook x2: K-Rino] They want your masters They want your name Now all you work to build up is gone in flames They want your publishing and mechanical rights And when they finish using you they want your life