Tom MacDonald Exposes “The Music Industry” – (Lyrics)

Tom MacDonald – The Music Industry lyrics.

Look at all the rappers that the games killed.
Record labels making billions, why can’t artists even pay bills?
You get taken advantage of if you take deals.
They’re the devil, ain’t no angels in the outfield.
You get you chains and a bracelet, maybe a fake grill.
You get you paid and you’re famous, baby, it ain’t real.
Couple millie think you made it, but the record label take it when you overdose on alcohol and pain pills.

Gimme a pen and pad, I’m gonna get in the lab.
I’m gonna kill ’em with tracks, I’m ’bout to deliver the facts.
Nobody holding me back, labels are tricking the fans.
Rappers are industry plans, everything’s planned.

I ain’t brain dead, never signed a deal, it don’t make sense.
Never let a label manipulate what I’ve made yet.
Invading the industry independently, I break in.
Killed the gatekeepers with a blade, leave the gat ban.
Mainstream rappers see the fame, wanna break bread.
Soul ain’t for sale, never sellout tryna pay rent.
Illuminati, the industry hails satan.
The devil making deals, I won’t shake hands.
Independent, underrated, these other rappers all hate it.
Going viral with no label, with no manager or agent.
Call my momma, I’ve got commas, and the money going crazy.
And she crying, tryna tell me that she’s happy for our baby, like.

Ooh aye.
Finally got that deal, got a pen in my hand.
Ooh aye.
Like how you tryna buy who the hell I am?.

You can keep your cash I’m not that broke, I won’t sign no contract, I do me.
Y’all are cancelled, stealing people’s dreams, how can you sleep?
It’s a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos.
I’m independent till I’m dead, I quit the music industry.

Artists really only wanna chase dreams.
We’re broke all our lives, begging labels, “Please take me”.
Tricked us into thinking, getting deals is a great thing.
Spent our whole careers tryna break free.
The fans say they love us, tryna give ’em music they need.
Lable doesn’t like it, that ain’t mainstream.
You’re looking in the mirror like, “What happened, man? This ain’t me”.
I guess that I just don’t see what they see.

Gimme a mic and a booth, I’m gonna die for the truth.
I’m gonna fight for the youth, I’ve not got nothing to lose.
Labels are hiding the proof, look, I’mma give you a clue.
Illuminati symbols are the logos major labels use.

They’re calling me an industry plant, I giggle and laugh.
I’m the total opposite of what they want, I’m spitting the facts.
I make songs about the honest things you whisper to fam.
I’ve exposed the government, they wanna kill me for that.
I put the pedophile sex cults on infinite blast.
I leaked the industry secrets, and I did it with rap.
How dare you try to say that my intentions are enacting?
Now my vision is a pillar of their intricate plan.
No one to manage my decisions and the pending gold plaques.
No, you won’t see my initials on official contracts.
Independent till I’m dead or I’m a very old man.
Middle finger I’m a missile that they can’t hold back, like.

Ooh aye.
Finally got that deal, got a pen in my hand.
Ooh aye.
Like how you tryna buy who the hell I am?

You can keep your cash I’m not that broke, I won’t sign no contract, I do me.
Y’all are cancelled, stealing people’s dreams, how can you sleep?.
It’s a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos.
I’m independent till I’m dead, I quit the music industry.

Miss me with all that industry talk.
Worked my whole life for the things that I have.
Why would I give you the keys to the car.
If you just gon’ drive while I pay for the gas?
I ain’t gon’ come to your meetings no more.
Told you already ain’t giving you half.
Y’all can’t wait to get your feet in the door.
Then lock me outside while you steal from my fans.

Keep your cash I’m not that broke, I won’t sign no contract, I do me.
Y’all are cancelled, stealing people’s dreams, how can you sleep?
It’s a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos.
I’m independent till I’m dead, I quit the music industry.
Keep your cash I’m not that broke, I won’t sign no contract, I do me.
Y’all are cancelled, stealing people’s dreams, how can you sleep?
It’s a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos.
I’m independent till I’m dead, I quit the music industry.

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