Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks   New cats jackin' beats from way back   Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques   Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax      Robbery and snobbery   Shit is killin' me softly wit that same damn song   Makin' folk dumber in the summer   A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer      Keep it simple stupid means numbers   Payola dough white owned black radio   Runnin' on empty help go the desperado      So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow   No info to the masses as they shake their asses   No clue but I can't get my shit up in to you      Crayola with that same same ol shit   Crayola with that played playa shit   Crayola with that kid crayon shit   Crayola with them ol spray on hits      All fucked up ways must fall   Now the industry can't stop me   A vendetta to make the whole game better   They get the cheddar all I got is a fuckin' letter      What I owe? What am I   Another number and a ho, they don't know   Time to see 'em go like dominoes   About time 'cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme      Got these new souls controlled goin' outta their mind   Missed what I said 'cause they don't even own their own heads   Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of ya'll   Today all fucked up ways must fall      Today is up against the wall   Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs   Noddin' heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow   Swallowing all that shit that's shallow      Give the baby anything the baby wants   But that's how them bastards get us up in them caskets   Try to get me where they want me   Before some of them jump me      Go tell 'em I'm a start a rebellion   Educate the felons easy on, yeah   Tell 'em what the fuck am I yellin'   No tellin' you got them artists and artificials      If it ain't right I don't give a damn if it's sellin'   Recruits chasin' and racin' for that loot   Usin' usual drum loops so I salute my troops   I don't socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals      And you know what and that g-damn single   And the marketing team for that matter   It don't matter DJ's gettin' dimes for time on a platter   I ain't gotta be high to jack so I hijack      FM radio EFF 'em turn it around muthafucka   Gods to niggas, queens to bitches   Race against time see 'em all runnin' for the riches   Everything had its chance last dance      Some things change like them weather forecasts   Ha funny how shit don't last      Crayola with that same same ol shit   Crayola with that played playa shit   Crayola with that kid crayon shit   Crayola with them ol spray on hits