[Intro – [Beat: Dirty Boom-Bap, Distorted Bass]]
Yeah… ay… (SixOneOh! Motherfucker)
The industry’s a fuckin’ joke
Let me light this motherfucker on fire real quick
[Verse 1 – [Rap, Aggressive Flow]]
I’m the glitch in your matrix, the crack in your code
You industry bitches keep kissin’ the throne
Labels sell you dreams like a two-bit scam
I rip the paint off, show the rust in the brand
Streaming’s fake, bots runnin’ the plays
“Million views” my ass, just smoke and grenades
A&R snakes pickin’ puppets for the show
But when the crowd wants real, half you pussies won’t go
[Hook – [Shouted, Raw]]
I don’t dance for your dollars, don’t sing for your fame
You’re addicted to the clout, I’m addicted to pain
You can buy top spots, but you can’t buy respect
This is truth on the mic — industry, you’re next
[Verse 2 – [Rap, Double-Time, Tongue-Twister Flow]]
Yo — your “hits” ain’t shit, they synthetic as crack rocks
Ghostwriters pen your life while you polishin’ back shots
Contracts like chains, charts faker than tits
Every verse you spit sound like recycled shit
I ain’t sell my soul for a necklace or Benz
I’d rather carve my name in blood than pretend with fake friends
You call it the grind? I call it sellin’ your spine
I’m the virus in your system, eatin’ lies line-for-line
[Hook – [Shouted, Raw]]
I don’t dance for your dollars, don’t sing for your fame
You’re addicted to the clout, I’m addicted to pain
You can buy top spots, but you can’t buy respect
This is truth on the mic — industry, you’re next
[Bridge – [Spoken Snarl → Rapid Fire Rap]]
I’m the nightmare in your boardroom, the ghost in your file,
I make your yes-men stutter every fake little smile.
Push plastic stars? I burn ‘em down with a laugh,
This is fuck you and your system, I’m the goddamn aftermath.
[Breakdown – [Beat Cuts, Just Kick + Snare, Raw Vocals]]
Fuck your fake streams
Fuck your payola
Fuck your contracts
Fuck your quotas
[Final Hook – [Full Beat, Screamed Ad-libs]]
I don’t dance for your dollars, don’t sing for your fame (fuck you!)
You’re addicted to the clout, I’m addicted to pain (come get it!)
You can buy top spots, but you can’t buy respect (nah!)
This is truth on the mic — industry, you’re next (fuck off!)
[Outro – [Beat Distorts, Fades to Static]]
Yeah…
Keep your chains, your fuckin’ lies, your shiny plaques
I’m here to burn the whole circus down
Welcome to the fuckin’ funeral, bitch