F.T.I. 2.0 - Tech N9ne

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

When the monster you created

Comes back to bite you in the ass

What I say in this disclosure (What?)

Y’all are stupid, you get shoulder (Hah)

Cause your plan was to get over

Since the days of Victrola

All the years of straight lies and deprivin'

Now I’m pushin' to take a dive and connivin'

We should never hear any cries from the guys

When independence we risin' high steady survivin'

Never ever had an artist wanna spray us

Cause when they do the fuckin' work, they know we pay up

And I see the labels getting set to bust

Cause them people wanna bypass them and come direct to us

I mean those with no major, mo' ways to grow paper

For the little mane, they cut out the middle gang

Now you gotta threaten 'em, tell 'em you pull your catalog

We ain’t gotta do that at all, we sayin' ain’t that a hog

Fuck the industry, menace, remember me

Finish the sinners, replenish thee

Slim if he grin and see clemency

In this seat and they need dentistry

We don’t stop when you suffer (Nah)

We say haha motherfucker (Haha motherfucker)

On god when they snuff ya

I stand, right hand, middle finger, fuck ya

You in trouble now, we that bubble sound

Your record label better get with it or then it’s hubble bound

I mean to rebel now, so many befuddled clowns in the industry

Then it’s me, leaving 'em with muddled frowns

You’ve been greedy so believe me

Your thievery will indeed hit you right where your cheese be

For years you been dumb and hold the juice

But it’s over now, the chickens are coming home to roost

Get a little stupid, get, get a little stupid

I mean get a lotta stupid, cause y’all the sign of the music

That’s why we celebratin' artists cooled as Christmas

Cause we know without no artists, ain’t no music business

Nigga

Fuck the industry, menace, remember me

Finish the sinners, replenish thee

Slim if he grin and see clemency

In this seat and they need dentistry

We don’t stop when you suffer (Nah)

We say haha motherfucker (Haha motherfucker)

On god when they snuff ya

I stand, right hand, middle finger, fuck ya

This is what will happen when you foul of me (Yeah)

Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (Whoop)

Play me then you turn me to a malice man

No more fucking Grammy’s

Family never see you smile again (Yeah)

This is what will happen when you foul of me (Yeah)

Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (Whoop)

Play me then you turn me to a malice man

No more fucking Grammy’s

Family never see you smile again (Yeah)

This is what will happen when you foul of me (Yeah)

Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (Whoop)

Play me then you turn me to a malice man

No more fucking Grammy’s

Family never see you smile again (Bitch)

This is what will happen when you foul of me (Yeah)

Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (What)

Play me then you turn me to a malice man

No more fucking Grammy’s

Family never see you smile again (Yeah)

You used our music to get a quick check

But you’ve created something you’ll definitely regret

We are the new music business, it goes the fuck up