Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worth More Dead, artist - K Rino. Album song Enter the Iron Trap (The Big Seven #3), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2016
Record label: SoSouth
Song language: English
Worth More Dead |
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 naive 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 suckered you for your 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 |
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 |
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 assets 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 |
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 |
This ain’t practice dude, never get your facts confused |
Resync your relationship between blacks and jews |
Manipulation of artists is a classic 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 killed 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 your art, they attack and assault |
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 kill’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 |
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 |