“Industry rule number four thousand and eighty, record company people are shady” is obviously the most famous one but name some other great lines
Best lyrics about shady record labels and execs
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Classic song but just single lines
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Respect Jimmy Ivoine/ But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
"The homie just got paroled
And he got more stories than the Highway Patrol
Tellin' me about the money Suge Knight stole
But don't let that shyt leak, 'cause nikka I get swole" - Snoop Dogg
And he got more stories than the Highway Patrol
Tellin' me about the money Suge Knight stole
But don't let that shyt leak, 'cause nikka I get swole" - Snoop Dogg
"I'm hitting Jermaine in Atlanta cause he still owe me for that Jump shyt" - Treach
letti cook
Superstar
yall nikkas got the game fukked up
all you record company people need to shut the fukk up
cause yall keeping up that bullshyt rapping
and white people laughing at us, that whats happening
the same stupid ass nikkas still aint figured it out
long as yall stay divided we gone run the south
yall need to get up off that dumb shyt
i got a bread truck, get up off that crumb shyt
-Pimp C, Knocking Doors Down
all you record company people need to shut the fukk up
cause yall keeping up that bullshyt rapping
and white people laughing at us, that whats happening
the same stupid ass nikkas still aint figured it out
long as yall stay divided we gone run the south
yall need to get up off that dumb shyt
i got a bread truck, get up off that crumb shyt
-Pimp C, Knocking Doors Down
"I don't care how many checks you wrote
I just wanna know how you gonna dance when your neck get broke" - Jadakiss
I just wanna know how you gonna dance when your neck get broke" - Jadakiss
This I s for you kids trying to get signed
Just a little something you should keep in mind:
The labels are slave masters. Artists are slaves
Don't get too raunchy. They want you to behave
You get signed. You're thinking, "This is great!"
But wait You never knew what was at stake
Creative control they withhold, you sell your soul
When you sign on the dotted line hoping to go gold
But you'll never see that, not without promotion
The label'll just throw your shyt out, and got it floatin'
You think your shyt is potent, but ain't nobody buying it
If they ain't never heard of it, ain't nobody trying it
If they ain't never heard of it, 'your record' they murder it
You can complain. But they are not concerned a bit
Cause when they signed you, they thought you'd make a hit
Cause of who you was affiliated with, and all that bullshyt
Frustrations. All these rules and regulations
Just so you can have your shyt heard by the nation, and be patient
Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shyt is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get dropped
Cause you ain't the star. You didn't go pop
Just straight up hip-hop. Time to get a mop
Cause without no promotion, of course sales drop (damn)
Peep the break down: If tapes cost 10
You'll probably only get to see a dollar in the end
That you cannot spend. Cause your budget gets recouped
So you never get cash unless your record is "Shoop."
You better hope you get shows, which will not happen
If you don't have a record that's the main attraction
Even if you sell a million, you'll get burned
Cause they keep half your cash just in case of returns
For a while, you wonder why rappers don't smile
Cause to them, you're not an artist. You're just another file
Another nikka used to make another buck
They don't give a fukk. And if your shyt don't blow up, tough
But the star gets both promotion and devotion
From the whole fukking staff. At you, they laugh
The star probably don't know that he the house nikka
Thinking he bigger cause he the, pick of the litter
These labels think backwards
They push the acts that need it the least
So they can get all the money they can when it's released
They take you to a restaurant for a feast
And then expect you to pick up the check?
That's why I give props to nikkas who is independent
Cause they make they own money, plus decide how to spend it
Splendid. And let's end it
And don't get offended
Just a little something you should keep in mind:
The labels are slave masters. Artists are slaves
Don't get too raunchy. They want you to behave
You get signed. You're thinking, "This is great!"
But wait You never knew what was at stake
Creative control they withhold, you sell your soul
When you sign on the dotted line hoping to go gold
But you'll never see that, not without promotion
The label'll just throw your shyt out, and got it floatin'
You think your shyt is potent, but ain't nobody buying it
If they ain't never heard of it, ain't nobody trying it
If they ain't never heard of it, 'your record' they murder it
You can complain. But they are not concerned a bit
Cause when they signed you, they thought you'd make a hit
Cause of who you was affiliated with, and all that bullshyt
Frustrations. All these rules and regulations
Just so you can have your shyt heard by the nation, and be patient
Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shyt is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get dropped
Cause you ain't the star. You didn't go pop
Just straight up hip-hop. Time to get a mop
Cause without no promotion, of course sales drop (damn)
Peep the break down: If tapes cost 10
You'll probably only get to see a dollar in the end
That you cannot spend. Cause your budget gets recouped
So you never get cash unless your record is "Shoop."
You better hope you get shows, which will not happen
If you don't have a record that's the main attraction
Even if you sell a million, you'll get burned
Cause they keep half your cash just in case of returns
For a while, you wonder why rappers don't smile
Cause to them, you're not an artist. You're just another file
Another nikka used to make another buck
They don't give a fukk. And if your shyt don't blow up, tough
But the star gets both promotion and devotion
From the whole fukking staff. At you, they laugh
The star probably don't know that he the house nikka
Thinking he bigger cause he the, pick of the litter
These labels think backwards
They push the acts that need it the least
So they can get all the money they can when it's released
They take you to a restaurant for a feast
And then expect you to pick up the check?
That's why I give props to nikkas who is independent
Cause they make they own money, plus decide how to spend it
Splendid. And let's end it
And don't get offended
not necessarily about shady labels/record execs but:
fukk my record label I appear courtesy of myself
fukk my record label I appear courtesy of myself
R&B, Pop, Gospel to Heavy Metal
They make dough pimped in the ghetto
Label mate: different rat in the same rat race
The production company is the nikka that you learn to hate
Management is your crimey, your lawyer is your liar
And when you're famous but poor, you set your accountant's office on fire
It's like this: they loan you a dollar
For you just to break even, they stack ten
When you finally make one dollar, their profit is Andrew Jackson ($20)
You skinny, they got plenty
The Benjamins? Before you see any
They getting G's, big cheese
No Vaseline fukking dope M.C.'s, so "freeze"
Call the police chief, it takes a thief
Here's everything you better know about the record industry
Like Kashif
'Cause labels is doing $300,000 deals
Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both know crack kills
Not very many, rappers ever see a penny
But double platinum is two million units, CD's cost $20
(Too true) So here's a clue:
Somebody just made 40 million dollars, and it sho' wasn't you, nikka
They make dough pimped in the ghetto
Label mate: different rat in the same rat race
The production company is the nikka that you learn to hate
Management is your crimey, your lawyer is your liar
And when you're famous but poor, you set your accountant's office on fire
It's like this: they loan you a dollar
For you just to break even, they stack ten
When you finally make one dollar, their profit is Andrew Jackson ($20)
You skinny, they got plenty
The Benjamins? Before you see any
They getting G's, big cheese
No Vaseline fukking dope M.C.'s, so "freeze"
Call the police chief, it takes a thief
Here's everything you better know about the record industry
Like Kashif
'Cause labels is doing $300,000 deals
Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both know crack kills
Not very many, rappers ever see a penny
But double platinum is two million units, CD's cost $20
(Too true) So here's a clue:
Somebody just made 40 million dollars, and it sho' wasn't you, nikka
Ras bodied that