[Intro]

Haha, yeah-yeah, you my friend, right?
(Yo) my ass
Fuck outta here

[Verse]

Homie, act like you know me
I smell a rat from a mile away
And the stench goes for miles a day
These blood sucking motherfuckers want my pay
And once that's gone they'll be gone and on their way

They don't give a damn about you homie
This industry a bunch of phonies, the spotlight is lonely
Take it from me, all theses snakes in the trees handing you shiny apples to eat in exchange for your soul
Now they got control, got you on a string, got you doing things you wouldn't dream to think
God damn, they make this shit seem sweet till you sign the piece of paper with the fine print you didn't read, then you suck till your contract is up
If they tell you to jump, you jump
Now cluck like a duck

Simon says shave your nuts
You a Robot programmed to do what they want, so you do it
You got a brain but you can't use it
You got a mouth but you can't move it
You can't do shit unless they give you a go and no means no
So don't go and act like you know cause you don't
And every line that you cross you will get fined and you will pay the cost

[Hook]

Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me
Gotta get em off me
Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me
Gotta get em off me

Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me
Gotta get em off me
Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me
Gotta get em off me
[2nd verse]

Grab the pen and sign above the dotted line
Who cares what it say? It's a label, hey?
You may never come a cross, ain't no promised second chance
If you let this slip then you must be the dumbest ass

I will take advantage of anything that passes me
No matter what they label be that's asking it ''go package me''
You can dress me up and put my ass on mtv
I can be the puppet on the string, I can do anything
I can sell you millions, I'm just playing brilliant, haven't signed the deal yet
Why don't you feel this realest, lyricist?
I haven't been killed yet

Maybe that's why I'm still nameless, I'm not famous
I'm still shopping the bailiffs, busting my ass for these checks that don't pay shit
Okay, fine then next time I'll rhyme about nonsense in a clown suite
I'll probably get signed then

[Hook]

Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me
Gotta get em off me
Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me
Gotta get em off me
Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me
Gotta get em off me
Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me
Gotta get em off me

[3rd Verse]

Your fake as your friend
They'll shake on your hand, smile in your face and flash a couple grand
And now your lowered in, you don't got time to think
Sometimes it's murder when the paper touches ink
Which means read the fine print inbetween the lines with a magnify glass cause they love to hide shit

You get your advance so you think your money is rising
You get your royalty check and damn it, it's surprising that every unit that you sell your getting bout five cents
It's all politricks as you heard I heard the sirens
They take full advantage of your kindness
Trust me, a bunch of pushes working around the clock
Searching for ways to make money off you, so don't make mistakes, they will double cross you
The tricks of this trade learn quick or for the rest of your career your be sucking their dick

[Hook]

Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me
Gotta get em off me
Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me
Gotta get em off me

Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me
Gotta get em off me
Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me
Gotta get em off me