Fuck the radio..
Fuck you wack DJ's..
Ain't playing none of this shit..
Fuck you snake-ass labels coming through taking pennies..
Fucking internet celebrities - I don't give a fuck about your life
Underground. Yo, I got jugged by bugs bunny son. (Fuck the industry)

Yeah, yeah..
Yeah, I got jugged by bugs bunny for milking that bitch's utter
Hands made of stone like the 'bust' album cover
Fuck what they mutter can't talk through a stutter
Blind tracks like a shutter
Around your city like a runner
The personification to fuck a radio station
The record's in rotation, depressed the whole nation
Expect nothing less, assess the situation
I'm patient, they're waiting for that standing ovation they're chasing
Friday comes he wears the mask like Jason
Without these drugs they can't hear what I'm stating
So put some UK in the mix
The only radio you need to listen to is Itch
Fuck the pitch and industry I ain't his bitch
I ain't changing for you or the sample sticks
Like a stitch he's behind fine lines
I walk through live mines, fuck moving with the times (what)

I ain't changing for no one
A door opens as i close one
You gonna know son
People they wanna reshape you, even your own reflection is gonna mistake you (x2)

Yeah, I'm the gang reapest taking you out at land speed
Got you eating from the palm like it's hand feed
You can ask Steve we're killing this shit casually
Never gave a fuck the belt he hold is a chastity
It comes naturally like shroom trips
We're rubbing up on two tips
Harpoon whooms into the two whips
Put me in the box like cartoon strips
Get a load from the dawgs like cargo ships
Fuck tryna spar your bitch looks like an avatar
With a fester and pit that moves like a maggot's jar
Hardy har, the crowd roars as the sound draws close
Like new shores and rain downpours
Making new laws and break theirs, fuck feds
Flying around the world for free like this was Leaf air
Fuck this rap shit you're a fader in real life
With split personalities to go and kill yourself twice

I ain't changing for no one, a door opens as i close one, you gonna know son, people they wanna reshape you, even your own reflection is gonna mistake you (x2)

Yea lemme go on with that, kid